Suddenly it dawns on me, that I may have to wait till '96 to get the "
". God, I can't wait that long. I've got to meet my friends in Moab in October and I can't go on that crusty old MB-3. I start to sweat a little more on my three legged stool, while Bob and Gil keep turning on more and more overhead lights in the room, to work on the LAST remaining "" bike for the 1995 production run. I start to get hot; my heart starts racing; and my vision and good judgment become blurry. My mind starts racing and I can only think; "No more "" bikes? No more "" bikes??!"
The assistant salesman, Jerry, returns with a 16 ounce can of triple caffeinated JOLT cola and I drink mine down in one long thirst quenching gulp. I sit on my 3 legged stool and as the caffeine buzz hits my brain, I hypnotically repeat over and over; "No more "" bikes? No more "" bikes??!"
Bob turns on one more overhead lamp, this one a bare bulb hanging from a drop cord. He mumbles something to Gil about some Doctor's wife that's coming in to look at the "" bike in about half an hour. He says she sounds real interested and she's bringing her husband's checkbook. Jerry hands me another JOLT and I drain the can. I try to toss the empty can into the waste basket, but it bounces off the rim and falls on the floor inches from the front fork of the "" bike. As I bend over to pick up the can, my eyes are inches from the bottom of the fork and there in big, bold, red and black letters, is the Rock Shox decal that saves my life. As I pull out my new Visa Gold credit card, I tell Bike'N Bob, that I just gotta have this JUDY fork, that just happens to be attached to a 3500 dollar "" bike.
Wait till I tell Judith, that the only reason I bought this bike was because it had her name written all over it!
