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That’s right. You read it correctly. I have a serious crush on a 29+.
Don’t be hating me. After all, a crush is harmless, hurts no one unless it turns into obsession. It could.
Her boyfriend let me ride her yesterday, a cushy, plush, effortless jaunt that gave me just enough taste to makes me want her more. She belongs to him, though. I will have to get my own.
If his name was Jessie, she would be Jessie’s girl. Can we pretend his name IS Jessie? I want to sing the song.
I’m already dreaming about her. In my dreams we are gliding across sun filled fields of daisies, forever joined together, birds singing around us, guiding us into the rocks, escorting us into the woods. Heaven on earth, the sweat glistening in all the right places.
I woke up in a pool of drool, my pillow soaked.
She has big ones. I like big ones. She is a 29+, gorgeous 29″ x 3″ balloons with perfect knobs. I am in lust.
Her name is Salsa. Salsa Deadwood SUS. I want her. I want her badly.
Fast, wasn’t it? They’re crap in tight quarters but get em out in the open and watch out.
It was fast and such a great handling bike. I am used to 29, so tight quarters aren’t a huge issue. I immediately had confidence to do more. The big plus wheels go right over everything.
I rode a plus this afternoon with no suspension. I am not sure that suspension would be necessary on a plus bike.