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When we went camping last week, we were sitting around the campfire, telling stories. Of course, this is standard camping fare… we’ve all been sitting around shooting the breeze while camping at one or another, but what made this different was that we had the kids with us, and they really enjoyed this time of story telling merriment. I still have my son or daughter say to me “remember when uncle Kevin said he shot mommy in the butt?” They love that.
Anyways, I told a story about when I was in high school, and at one point my brother-in-law (the wicked smart PhD in Geology, the aforementioned Kevin) and his wife (the also wicked smart PhD in Geology, who goes by Jodi) somehow enquired about my hair, and how I wore it in High School. I don’t know how this came up, but it did.
Of course, since I graduated in the mid 80’s, I was totally rocking the mullet. I have pictures to prove it as well. And at one point, I had a perm. (this is where the hair thing came up… because they didn’t believe that I ever had hair long enough to need a perm) Indeed, I did have a perm… curly hair, everything.
The thing is, my mom and my sister told me that having a perm would do wonders to cure my intolerable bed-head, that it would tame my hair, and make it more manageable. Of course, this was the late 70’s (79 to exact) and I guess this is what you did at that time… you got a perm.
My sister and my mom neglected to tell that this meant curls.
So, here I was… a junior high school kid going to school one day with crazy hair…. Long, but crazy. Then the next day, it’s curly. Do you think my classmates noticed at all? Do you think this caused a bit of trauma… sure did. To this day, I will never forget that I had a perm for a long time… long curly hair. I cannot believe it at all.
The thing is, if you know me, you know that I am almost all bald now. What little hair I have now is kept pretty tight, and I shave my head pretty regularly.
Jodi said that she would love to see me have a perm again… and I said that I would be rockin’ a skullet, which is the skull-mullet. Of all the mullet’s, the worst of all. This is because I can’t grow hair in front anymore.
Jodi wanted to know what it would take to grow my hair long, to roll with the Skullet. I told her it would take a new bike.
This is when my Hot Wife freaks out… and she shot me the what the heck are you talking about, we just got you the dream bike you always wanted look. And she just glared at me…
Well, she’s right. I just did get the dream bike, and I love that bike. I mean, I absolutely adore it. In fact, tonight I was cleaning it and getting it ready for whatever ride I have planned for tomorrow (probably gonna do the Archie Briggs stage again… I need to get Archie down. I need to figure out that road.) So, I was cleaning the bike, airing the tires, putting lube on the chain… just giving my bike some lovin’…. and I thought about what I said that day around the campfire.
The thing is, I love my road bike so much, I would love to have the mountain version of this bike, which would be the Scott Scale RC
That is the hard tail mountain bike version of what I roll on the road. That bike is all carbon, with an integrated seat mast.
So, my darling wife… whom I know reads this… what I meant was that if you want to see me wearing my hair long, rockin' a nasty lookin skullet with curls and all, I want to have the all-carbon mountain version of the all-carbon road bike I dearly love.
That’s all I meant.