The previous owner was tall and I could'nt even swing my leg over the seat. It was impossible to test drive without performing a comical display of FAIL.
But on an impulse I bought The Beast anyway. Gave her my cash and wheeled it away like walking an elephant.
On the way to the nearest bike shop, I turned into a side street, checked for the all clear and attempted to get on. I perched on the kerb with The Beast positioned at a 45 degree angle.
It was wobbly. Perilous. There is was a second where either my jeans would split from a un-ladylike fling of the leg or I'd topple over if I didn't peddle fast enough. Like trying to clamber onto a running horse.
A car swung into the street so I gingerly dismounted and looked "cool". And headed straight to the bike shop for critical seat alterations.
The guy there told me The Beast was too big but I figure there'll be a way to tame it.
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