Some things are worth working for.
And some things are worth waiting for.
And still other things are worth braving the wind and being reduced to walking your bike along the bike lane on the Mass Ave bridge because you just can't stay on the damn thing while the wind rips half your hair out of your ponytail and you clutch your scarf to your chest while snot dribbles down your face.
It was probably one of my most unsexiest moments but well worth it. I dropped off 10 hats at Cambridge Bicycle in exchange for one of the sexiest things I have ever seen:
Yeah, there's probably something truly neurotic (and kind of disgustingly consumeristic...if that's even a word) about finding a bike part sexy. But as of right now, I'll take this over any man.