This is my sporty(for me) 2009 Jamis Coda before I added more than half it’s cost over again in accessories. Pardon the terrible picture taken in my office the day I brought it back from the shop but didn’t dare ride it home without a helmet.
This is the same bike six days later, with the addition of new tires, lights, rack, fenders, bell and computer. Not shown: the rear-mount kickstand I had lying around. I will totally bore you with gushing about a few of these items in the near future.
The fine folks at Baltimore Bicycle Works hooked me up with my bike and every accessory I ordered in three days flat. I walked in, ordered everything like a nerd who’d be thinking about it for nearly three months (which was the case) on a Tuesday, and I walked out with it all Friday morning. Fast! Not only did I not have to wait a week or more and pay shipping to order all the stuff I wanted online, but I actually got fantastic deals. You’re never going to find Cascadia fenders for less than $39 (and if you do, you buy ’em!), especially not without paying shipping.
This is strange. I resisted the internet for a long time and never even sent an email until the very very end of my junior year in college in 2000. I used a typewriter for most of my undergraduate years. Seriously. But now we assume the only way to get that hard-to-find lightset or fenders in a specific color (my pal ordered silver) is to order everything online, wait at least a week and pay like $10 over the $5 we saved by buying online in the first place. When my seat/post got stolen in early Decemeber, I ordered replacements online (BBW wasn’t open yet then) and waited, bikeless, for a week, and the shipping was almost as expensive as one of the parts.
One of my brake pads put the first gall in my rear rim on my way to work this morning. I pulled the metal chip out of the pad, went for coffee and was annoyed. (DAMN YOU, TEKTRO!) I was kicking myself for not getting Kool-Stops right away. I am moderately ashamed to admit that my first instinct after I had some coffee was to look online and order two sets from Amazon or something like that. WFT? I corrected myself, called my LBS and tacked two sets of brake pads onto their mid-week order. Sweet! It’s much more fun to deal with a real person (and a nice person on top of that) than a computer. Simple.
But why have we gotten to the point where one needs to point this out?