A well known shop is auctioning off items, and I got a two bicycles for the minimum bid. I got a frame and some saddles, and it didn't make much sense. The atmosphere was depressing; the room felt dirty and slow. The lighting looked like the 1980's but I didn't know where else to go.
I regretted my purchases and left early. I forfeited a good parking spot to return with my van.
The saving grace was a rod-brake Raleigh. I don't need it, but I like it, and couldn't leave it alone.
I parked again in a worse spot, drank white wine, and texted with a girl who I met on the trail.