i’m training for my first triathlon, so i’ve been checking out bikes for the past few months. i had a hybrid bike i bought 3 years ago from the dreamiest guy in all the world, jim from american cyclery. so in the last 3 years, i’ve taken my bike in for several repairs and got to make googly eyes at cute jim–hot jim with shoulder-length hair and a sweet smile. one day, i ran home, squealing like a school girl cuz he rode my bike a bit to check out the chain. i rode my bike home and told my roommate and sister, “my butt touched jim’s butt…sorta.” ;p
then i was on the search for a road bike a few months ago. first of all, one of my coaches who has done several triathlons turns out to be a hottie mctottie with a cute, tight ass, fun to look at when you’re huffing and puffing up a hill.
first, i meet the guy at american cyclery II, alan, cute and sweet and nerdy. i’m totally joking with him about my inexperience with road bikes. he’s very patient and knowledgeable.
the next guy i meet is nate at mike’s bike, a cutie patootie. he shows me a few bikes. we joke around with each other, and i’m a smitten kitten. he lets me testdrive a super nice bike that is way out of my budget. i return from the smooth ride and tell him, “i officially hate you now.” he smiles. he’s so cute that i’d buy the whole store of bikes if i could. ;p
final bikeshop, sports basement, i meet laidback ryan who shows me the jamis quest i eventually end up buying a week later. he’s sweet as heck, and i’m crushing all over again…tee hee.
last friday, my hybrid bike betty gets a flat tire as i’m heading into work. i’m a bit distraught when another cute biker, dayton (used to work for mike’s bikes) asks if i need some help. when i tell him that i don’t have a spare tube, he offers his spare. he changes the flat for me, and i turn into goo. if this were a film, we’ll be riding bikes down the aisle in a year’s time. he doesn’t take any money—i offer to take him out for coffee. he smiles.
whether i ever see him again or not, dayton represents to me that i’m actually capable of meeting sweet guys naturally in san francisco, when i least expect it. he gives me a genuine “hope,” knowing that my heart can still skip a beat, no matter how much san francisco may beat me down in the matters of the heart…i’ll keep on biking. 
