Once again the original receiver of the Giant has lost his mind and flaked on me. So once again I am offering the bike. This time it will go to whom I pick.
Rules-
100 word or less essay. Can be written for yourself or someone else. Do not try to write in a way you think I want to read. Write from your heart and just lay out your case. There are no rules against style. Laughing or crying works the same so no tricks.
The receiver must be or become a regular on the board, as the bike must stay with the Slowtwitch family.
When a bike upgrade is made the bike is to be given to someone else on the forum.
No cash bribes but equipment trades are taken. May help may not just don’t get hung up on a bidding war.
Deadline is a firm 18 January at 2359. Nothing after will be considered.
No PMs. All issues and entries will be done this thread and this thread only. All gripes will be out in the open.
Don’t think you know what I am looking for because I don’t know.
Feel free to write for you! Don’t be a bitch and not want to seem selfish or less deserving. I will make no decisions on who writes what.
I just sold my bikes (Cannondale Multisport and a Schwinn Homegrown) to use for a down payment on a home. Even though I miss my bikes as you get older you realize that you think of other people instead of yourself. So I thought a home for my family vs. throwing money away on rent would be the mature thing to do. I’m very thankful for our new home…but I’m not gonna lie, I miss my bikes too.
I’m an absolute newbie in triathlon, but I have always lived a very active lifestyle, and I tried many different sports since early childhood. I played soccer, competed in martial arts, raced mountain bikes, and I most recently got hooked on road riding. All of my idols possessed super human traits. Pele, Diego Maradona, Bruce Lee and Eddy Merckx had a few things in common; they were (are) worshipped for being stronger, faster and more talented than any of their competitors in the same era.
A few weeks ago, however, everything changed for me, and I no longer dream about beating my own peers. It happened instantaneously as I watched an Ironman video at my friend’s house. Suddenly, I realized why I love sports so much, and what makes me feel good about myself. It’s not about crushing opponents in a race or looking fit on my bike. It became so clear through a single person who couldn’t even finish the 2002 event in Kona. It was Marc Herremans that made it so clear: most athletes live to race, but triathletes race to live.
I learned so much about the special way of life in martial arts in the past, but I could never connect with the concept before seeing Marc on that DVD.
I don’t need the bike at all. My sister, though, would love to have a bike. Unfortunately, this one is too big, so what I would do if I got it, is post for a trade for a smaller bike for her.
Let me tell you about my sister. She’s a divorced mother of two who lives in Santa Fe. She’s primarily a runner but in the past was a swimmer and still swims for cross training. She’s a TNT coach and works in a running store near downtown (if you can call it that).
Her big recent sports moments in life:
A couple of years ago, she was nominated for the Wheaties Everyday Champion contest. It was narrowed down to 5 candidates from all over the country, of which she was one. She didn’t get the big one, but she ended up on the back of the Wheaties Energy Crunch cereal box. One standout nominee, that also didn’t win was Cherie Gruenfield who has had an article written on her in Triathlete Magazine.
Because of that and her extensive community service, one day last year was declared in her name in the state of New Mexico by the Governor.
Just recently, she ran the marathon of her life. At 50 years old, she got second at St. George in 3:10.
My sister really wants to get into triathlon and I believe she’ll be a masters champion. If she only had a bike. Finances are not permitting that as yet.
Tibbs, I asked for it for my friend. He still needs it, can’t afford one for himself. I’ll still include the travel case for your P3 if you desire. I’m going out of town until Monday. Please hold the bike for me and we’ll work out the details later.
If the nice way didn’t work, just give us the fucking bike and the rest of you can go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut. Please don’t take offense, I’m just not good at small talk.
That brother/sister/mom/dad/friend/gimp needs to become part of the family. This not only my idea but the orginal givers and he will take it back if it is not handed over to a regular.
How hard is it to post once a week and keep in touch?
I am a dick and everyone hates me, so I never get any free stuff. Doesn’t that mean it should be my turn? I have a nice race bike, but I’m looking for a spare that I can outfit with Power Cranks so I can get really fast and then I can blow snot over my shoulder at all of you. I deserve to get another bike, because I’m the nicest guy I know, but my GF says if I buy one, she’ll dump me. Eleven words to spare!
