A toastie, a spew and some new Mavic's

Bought myself some new wheels today despite the moaning of my bank account. But it turned out a bit like NZ did in the America's cup, those waters got seriously choppy after some deciptuv calm.

 I've been eyeing off these new Mavic Ksyrium SLR wheels for some time now [please note the K is silent. It effectively add's hundreds of dollars worth of street cred...I hope.] With payday rolling around, this morning was that sweet sunny/insanely windy Melbourne morn that I was to go and pick up my new baby's and a cot for them to sleep in. Not really with the cot, but I will be tucking them in at night. My brother and I make the ritual trip to Cycleinn and arrived early to get a coffee and some brekkie next door. 

 Now the first mistake I made is one that may yet haunt me for some time...I didn't take my bike. Yep. Just went along expecting to pick the wheels up and frolic off to work, then head home in the afternoon to fuse them with their new host body. For a rider that knows their mechanics and bicycle maintenance this'd be fine. However, I'm not that rider. I don't know the mechanics. I don't understand the necessary adjustments, and I certainly don't know whether the casette and chain I'm riding will be compatible with the new wheels and how worn this is and how much I need to adjust that and blah blah blah. I didn't pick up my wheels. Great.

That's my hallway in the background.

By this stage, I'd taken a bite of my toastie, which triggered a unique sensation in my mouth alerting me that I'd eaten that which cannot be eaten. Egg. How the hell does one get egg in a toastie? Not to mention it was a simple cheese/tomato. So all the way to work I put up with some serious stomach cramps and that excess of saliva you get when you know there’s a vomit coming on. 
When I finally arrived at work my body impulsively reacted to the sight of a toilet and brought up whatever I had down there. That's all the detail I'll go into. It meant I had to whip to the pharmacy and pick up an overpriced toothbrush/paste combo so that I didn’t repulse everyone for the rest of the day with each breath.

And there's my bookshelf on the left.

The bright side came when after work I realised I had enough time to get back to the shop (this time complete with bike in tow) and pick up my new wheels. Since then I've been caught on multiple occasions staring at them in the hall. There's only so many times "What? No. I just got my pants caught on the quick-release" will work as an excuse.



So a toastie, a spew and an unwilling bank account made getting these wheels difficult, but oh so satisfying now that they're hugging my bike. 

I may do a 'What I've got review' on them soon. Although, I kinda prefer the idea of reviewing something that noone else has or wants for that matter.

Can I just finish by adding that I'm so proud to own a puppy that's all about the photo-bombing. 

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