when every fibre in your body is screaming “buy it now, buy it now, BUY IT NOW!” and you know there’s only a thin filament of resistance between you and the object of your dreams. You can feel your hand inching towards your purse and the credit card within. It would be effortless …
Oh, the torture of it all. I was in that teeter-totter moment, standing there looking at the e-bike. The very bike I’d broken my shoulder riding to take a look at. It was something of a moment of trump. Seven weeks to the day after my little mishap, I’d finally gotten to test ride the e-bike.
Going up a hill, the electric assist kicked in. It was like magic. Like an invisible hand pulling me up the incline. If I wasn’t hooked before, I was now. In my imagination, it was all so simple. Ride the bike, buy the bike. Not even the $2,500 price tag would get in my way. 12 months same as cash you say? It was on the tip of my tongue “I’ll take it!”
But, surprise surprise, I left without the bike. I didn’t give in to the rush of temptation, didn’t throw financial caution to the wind. I put my inner child to the side and waited for the inner tantrum. Another surprise … the impulsive “want it now” part of me that was sure I’d be leaving with a new bike was silent. Could it be that my inner child was growing up?
Oh, I’ll be buying the bike … just not today.