Yesterday I went to buy a bicycle! Living in Cambridge and not owning a bike is a bit like living in Scotland and not having heart disease, so I thought it was about time I bought my own rather than borrowing my mums. I ended up going for this beaut, and even better the shop was offering a trade in. So I got rid of the bike I got when I was 9 years old and got £100 off the price! Brilliant.
The thing is, when I got home my brother had brought round an old bike that he found in a skip ages ago (no we aren't that kind of family, before you think it) and its a rusty old pile of beauty. So I could've had genuine vintage, but instead I've got the copy cat. It's ok, I've told myself that it's probably for the best seeing as it would have cost about £100 to have it fixed up, and even then might not have been very reliable. Still feel a bit of a knob though.