Off and on for several years, I’ve wanted a road bicycle. Not the hundred-pound monstrosity I bought on ebay fifteen years ago that calls itself a mountain bike. Not even a quality mountain bike.
A road bike. The kind made for asphalt and speed. Never mind that I probably won’t ever ride it more than one hundred miles total. If even a tenth of that.
I still want one. It doesn’t need to be a fifteen thousand dollar Pinarello, but I damn sure don’t want anything made by Huffy. My recent physical struggles with running have rekindled my interest, and if I am going to do it, I require quality.
I think I’ve found the one – a closeout deal on a non-current model year of the Jamis Xenith Endura Sport. It has a carbon fiber frame and fork, and solidly middle-of-the-road hardware. It retails for $1,800 but can be had for slightly under a grand. All indicators point to it being a good, reliable machine.
I have a lot of other irons in the fire, so to speak, and I probably shouldn’t have spent the money. But last night I went ahead and ordered one. It is scheduled to arrive here around the middle of next week. Then I’ll take it to a local bike shop for a fitting, after which I’ll be ready to ignore it.