and tomorrow is only day 2 of 3...
14 hours between the salon and the bike shop.
selling bikes. Oof. You should hear the lies i tell these people. "oh yeah, that 6 thousand dollar bike is just what you need to get you back into shape... what are you 230? 240? that bike was practically custom made for you!"
Sold a sweet bike that i wanted for me right out the gate today. Half bummed half stoked. Sold 2 bikes to an ex-girlfriend that i hadent seen since i was like 220 lbs and drunk 25 hours out of the day. Her mom commented that "oh yeah i barely recognize you, you! You used to be a LOT bigger. Again half bummed half stoked. Sold a 5.2 madone to a dude that is a "hard core mountain biker" that had to get permission from his wife. Half bummed half stoked....once again.
pretty draining selling bikes when you are used to wrenching on them. Special guest appearances were made by coach d, neighbor matt, bad idea lisa, young phillip, ry-g, kathy-jo and her little dog too, haoi (no idea how to spell his name, therefore, no clever nickname), and the incomparable jason keller. Big ups to those people.
At the end i felt like i was on an acid trip, and to think i only have to do it 2 more days. Here's a little something to describe my mindset at the close of the day.
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