You think you have bike shed problems? Does your wife take the piss out of you in front of her friends about the number of bikes you need as well as the fact that you spend more time in the shed than you do in the house?
Once again therodfather can help you out. With a little help from my mate Gavin McCarthy. I've known Gav pretty much since he left school and got a job in a bikeshop. Now he builds the worlds strongest wheels at Wheelworks Handcrafted Wheels. I used to see him at the races but he was a skinny XC lad who had early nights after huge pasta meals while us super cool DH types got smashed on vodka and beer and anything else that was going before hitting the clubs and getting into fights with the locals outside the last burger bar to close (some things never change) so we didn't hang out much. But now with the death of XC and DH following closely it seems we are all doing the same thing...just riding our bikes and racing enduro so Gav and I got reacquainted and recently I accepted his invite to go check out his bike shed under his house in Upper Hutt.
Help? Yes, The next time you get some grief from your spouse about the state of your love affair with all things wheeled just bring him/her along to this page and remind them how great your life would be if you never got married and had kids. You could be living the dream like this cunning lad Gav. Bit of spare cash? F*** buying a new washing machine...what about another bike?
OK, so you might realise Gav has a bit of a problem. Does he need to buy a new house with a triple garage? Oh, and his internet auction addiction. Just don't mention that to your partner.
Thanks for showing us what life would have been like without a family Gavin. I wish I could show you what you are missing out on and attempt to make you a little jealous in return. But somehow a negative balance in my bank account, multiple receipts from the doctors (mainly from the psychologist type), gazillions of photos that mainly show vomit, poos, fairy costumes, mother-in-laws and me asleep on the sofa at 8.30 pm probably won't do the job satisfactorily.
Bastard.