The Murray Baja was the bike I wanted
When the time came for me to bid farewell to my beloved BMX bike and transition to a more grown-up ten-speed, I held onto my brand loyalty and set my heart on the coveted Baja model. At that juncture, the term "mountain bike" had yet to enter my lexicon, but the Baja seemed to embody the perfect amalgamation of the agility and speed associated with a ten-speed, while also boasting the off-road capabilities reminiscent of my trusty old bike. In fact, the image featured alongside this narrative even suggests that the Baja could hold its own in a thrilling chase with the enigmatic Medicine Mike in his awe-inspiring wolf form (a feat known to be exceptionally arduous).
However, as fate would have it, when the moment arrived to acquire my new two-wheeled companion, practicality prevailed over my brand loyalty, as the final decision hinged primarily on the price tag attached. This echoed the circumstances surrounding my initial bike acquisition. Yet, as I embarked on my adventures astride the vibrant red ten-speed, a sense of enchantment failed to accompany me on my rides, contrasting starkly with the sheer exhilaration I had experienced with my very first bike. Gradually, my enthusiasm for cycling waned, and I found myself relinquishing the joyous pursuit altogether. In hindsight, I often ponder whether the trajectory of my cycling journey would have been altered had I possessed the intrepid Baja, enabling me to explore the untamed trails and vast open fields that beckoned from the periphery of my neighborhood.
Alas, the enigmatic Medicine Mike holds the key to unlocking the truth behind such ponderings, but he remains resolutely silent on the matter, preserving the enigma that surrounds him.
