In my unceasing quest to find a good rationale to buy this bike:
In my unceasing quest to find a rationale that would sway hubby's cold, frugal heart, I hit upon the perfect argument. So I laid it on him when he came home from work last night.
(Me, sidling up to him with sweet smile): Hey honey, you know how a lot of guys buy their middle-aged wives boob jobs and tummy tucks and liposuction and face lifts and all that?
Him (not really paying attention): Umm. yeah.
Me: Well, that costs easily like $10,000 or more, right?
Him (becoming wary of where this conversation is headed): Um. Yeah.
Me: Well, that amazing Blue bicycle that I wanted would be less than that! And it would do just as good a job of keeping me looking amazing as any of that nasty surgery stuff.
Him (not even fazed by this argument): You already have terrific looking legs. That's why I married you. I don't think this bike will make them look any better than they already do.
Sigh. Foiled again. Back to the drawing board.