
Initially I stayed away from carbon because of my false notion of carbon having a short fatigue life. My dear brother, a wise aerospace engineer at Boeing, set me straight on that. Then I stayed away because I thought my vast mass would crumple a carbon frame in short order.
Then I meet "Big Jim" at a local bike shop. He is, unsurprisingly, a big dude. Towering over me, and out-weighing me by a fair margin. And he just happens to ride the same model bike I was eyeing. And it happened to be the same size frame I would ride. Since the shop didn't have a demo in my size, Jim was kind enough to allow me to take it for a spin. Excellent customer service, by the way.
So, a bit later, I got fitted up and plunked down some money to order this:

So now, when I get dropped by excited roadies, I won't be able to blame my noodly bike. Next thing you know I'll have a power meter and carbon wheels.
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