Dear Woody Smith,
As soon as I walk into Richardson Bike Mart that familiar smell of bike tires and chain grease slaps me in the face. It’s a scent that puts me at ease. I signals that I’m around like-minded people, those who share a passion for cycling (and probably beer). As I walk around, the gleaming carbon frames hypnotize me. In my mind I start adding up every penny I have to my name. I tell myself, “Ok. If I trade my old bike, cash the savings bonds from grandma, eat Ramen Noodles for a month, and zero out my bank accounts, I’m almost there.” And it seems totally rational in that moment.
When I travel, I make a point to pop into local bike shops. Truly none compare to RBM, not even Mellow Johnny’s down in Austin (plus they have an air of pretension that I never liked). I bought my first real road bike, a 2006 Specialized Allez Elite, from RBM back in high school. 15,000+ miles later, it is still my most prized possession. In fact, I’m about to go for a ride right now.
The day I can actually afford that dream bike, I wouldn’t think of going anywhere else. Until then, I’ll continue to walk around your store and daydream with this song in my mind:
Thank you so much for the kind words! Next time you are in our store, the Richardson location, come find me so I can shake your hand! Keep riding and stay safe!