NewmaForma

I walked into my local bike shop and apologized before even saying hello.

"I never thought the words I'm about to say would ever come out of my mouth," I said.

Then I said it. It was easiest to just get it out and take the judgement that was sure to follow. I even closed my eyes while saying it.

"I need a shorter stem with a higher rise. So the, ahem, basket will fit."

The shop owner who I've known for years took a moment to digest my words as well.

I continued, "The basket hits the fender and stops the front wheel. Particularly when it's loaded with 'girl accessories'."

"You mean like Tampons, and Midol?"

"NO! Her camera, three shades of lip crap, kleenex, sunscreen, cell phone, snacks...you know...lady shit..."

"Is this for her sweet Buena Vista?" He replied.

"Yep."

We settled on the stem and he rang up my purchase. "You know", he said, handing me my receipt. "The basket you put on her Soma should probably be understated. You know; so it doesn't detract from the giant toy train on the front of your bike."

Point taken.