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(Obvious apologies for heading off on a tangent)
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Burning £10k is amateur, may as well go big or go home https://vimeo.com/21103501
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No problem, think I may have some silver ones but equally may have got rid of them a while ago
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Red ones in mint condition so £35 plus postage
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A pair of X Lite Chicken Stix?
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Saw a Legend up close, so simple, no fancy tube shapes just a classic bike. And the plain finish in midnight blue was so deep and lush.
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As has been pointed out, you can't really go wrong with a £10k bike from one of the big manufacturers. But it's a choice that is jejune to say the least.
So, along the lines of 'How you should burn 10k' (and because the snow outside is disintegrating fast into slush), I'll have a go....
- if unsure of exact size you need, get a bike fit (let's call that up to £500, if not needed it slides nicely into contingency)
- go to swanky bike shop and hire a few bikes you like the look of (£500)
- start looking for something secondhand, you know your size, don't rush, you've got £3k, let it come to you
- get a new cycling wardrobe; could involve joining RCC if you fancy travelling without your new bike and hiring one from them (£1,500)
- plan some cycling trips; I'll go with Tuscany, Vietnam/Thailand/Cambodia and South Africa (£4,500)
Or as we started, get a top end Trek and be done with it
- if unsure of exact size you need, get a bike fit (let's call that up to £500, if not needed it slides nicely into contingency)
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So if this is accurate https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2021/jan/23/trump-florida-white-house-washington-plot-report then Trump can add “not being able to stage a coup” * to his historic number of losses. Clearly when he stated that he was going to win so often that people would get sick of all the winning he meant the exact opposite.
Which is a handy lens through which to view all his other boasts
[* Any half arsed tinpot dictator can sort out a coup. But Trump cannot even live up to that modest metric]
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Fantastic work and brings back so many memories of a shared school run, piled high with kids, us all vying for the middle bench seat at the front, hoping we’d get chance to do the gears (some did, some didn’t, no rhyme nor reason from the driver, no attempt to make sure everyone got to ‘win’ - not that this is a vivid memory that still haunts me, absolutely not). Sorry not sorry for derail but this is obviously all about me.
TL;DR Fucking epic project/car
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