I realized that it was time to put Tessa on the market. Since meeting Alice, I couldn't keep my minimalist reputation with having three bicycles around. But I also didn't want to try to sell a road bike in the middle of winter. The time had come.
Yesterday afternoon, I penned a quick craigslist ad with a total cheesecake shot of Tessa and sent it to the masses. Then Meego and I left to run some errands and returned later with dinner sandwiches - which are the same as lunch sandwiches, just eaten later in the day.
After dinner, I decided to check my abbymail to see if there was any interest in the lovely Tessa, although the ad hadn't been up very long.
Oh. My. God.
My e-mail on FIRE.
"I want it!"
"I'll buy it tonight. CALL me!"
"I WILL buy this!"
I thought it would only be fair to go with the first response. An interesting side to that one was that he had the same last name as ours. Some long lost relative? Nah, despite the fact that, more often than not, our name is mispronounced / misspelled, it's pretty common. He was just another one.
I went with the second one. He had me at...
"Hello my name is [ ~ ]. This is just what I am looking for for my beginning cyclist
girlfriend. Please call or text [ ~ ]. I can meet you."
Hopefully, readers here know that I'm not looking to make a buck. My main concern was that Tessa go to a home where her many attributes would be appreciated and utilized. So (1), yes, she was priced to sell, and (2) I wasn't letting her go to someone who would just put her in the garage so the neighbors would think a bicycle person lived there.
I sensed from this e-mail that this was a good home. And the love story was gravy. Plus he used decent grammar.
We met at a nearby parking lot. He was all excited. The happy girlfriend was with him. She's a bit shorter than I am, but nothing a lowering of the saddle won't cure. They're both in their late 20's, I'd guess. Nice couple.
While he rummaged around his truck looking to see if he had a tool to adjust the saddle - in my separation anxiety, I'd forgotten to bring one - she asked a bit about the bike, and I let my intuition decide if they were the right buyers.
And just like that, Tessa has gone on to other pastures. I jumped on a computer and took that ad off craigslist before my e-mail crashed.
So, it's bittersweet to see her go. But thankfully, I got this t-shirt surprise in the mail this week from brother Guano.