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Leo took the bike outside for a quick spin around the parking lot. The way the suspension soaked up the curb felt like landing on a cloud. He shifted through the gears, the wireless derailleur clicking with robotic precision. When he stood up to pedal, the bike felt surprisingly taut, not the "wallowing couch" he’d feared from a long-travel rig. buy santa cruz nomad
He rolled back into the shop, his heart racing faster than the light exercise warranted. He thought about his bank account, then he thought about the rock slab he’d been too afraid to hit last summer. "You've been staring at that for twenty minutes,"