I LOVE YOU BLUE!
Blue.... my beautiful, baby Blue...
I had the opportunity to invest in a new car, put a bunch of money down, and therefore pay significantly less for a new vehicle. By putting it all down, I would save -- literally SAVE-- thousands of dollars. THOUSANDS in interest over the life of the loan. Being the intellectual giant I am, I thought about this, and thought, and thought, and promptly did what any right thinking, intellectual giant would do.
I took a chunk of money and bought a super expensive (relatively speaking) road bike. I purchased the ever-ellusive (except they had 2 in the shop) Specialized Dolce Elite, with Shimano gears and other cool stuff-I-have-no-idea-what-they-do-or-why-they-are-so-cool. For those not in the know, "dolce" is Italian for "sweet." And baby is she sweet. All those amazing components I have that clearly serve to demonstrate my ignorance make my ride smooth, baby. Smooth as silk on a baby's bottom that's sitting on snot on a glass doorknob. And its fast-- faster than some kind of simile that makes incredible sense. AND-and it's attractive... frankly, that is all I really care about: my cool factor as I ride the bike.
I am a connoisseur of fine things, and as such, I was on the market for a RED bike... but they didn't have my bike in that color. So I got the blue.
Ain't she just so dolce?
I had the opportunity to invest in a new car, put a bunch of money down, and therefore pay significantly less for a new vehicle. By putting it all down, I would save -- literally SAVE-- thousands of dollars. THOUSANDS in interest over the life of the loan. Being the intellectual giant I am, I thought about this, and thought, and thought, and promptly did what any right thinking, intellectual giant would do.
I took a chunk of money and bought a super expensive (relatively speaking) road bike. I purchased the ever-ellusive (except they had 2 in the shop) Specialized Dolce Elite, with Shimano gears and other cool stuff-I-have-no-idea-what-they-do-or-why-they-are-so-cool. For those not in the know, "dolce" is Italian for "sweet." And baby is she sweet. All those amazing components I have that clearly serve to demonstrate my ignorance make my ride smooth, baby. Smooth as silk on a baby's bottom that's sitting on snot on a glass doorknob. And its fast-- faster than some kind of simile that makes incredible sense. AND-and it's attractive... frankly, that is all I really care about: my cool factor as I ride the bike.
I am a connoisseur of fine things, and as such, I was on the market for a RED bike... but they didn't have my bike in that color. So I got the blue.
Ain't she just so dolce?
posted by @traciAWESOME
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