Introducing Zippig

I've tried, GOD KNOWS I HAVE TRIED, to erase the thought of any deep section carbon crossing the threshold and skewering itself onto my pride and joy. But, to paraphrase Kylie, I just can't get them out of my head (sha-na-na). I enjoy thinking about them, I enjoy surfing the internet and stalking e-bay, I enjoy feeling sorry for myself when I can't discover the bargain of the century and, quite frankly, I enjoy the paradox of stressing about how I will support a family whilst simultaneously considering dropping over a grand on some wheels, To continue this mildly masochist form of bike porn masturbation I have decided to enlist the help of my little spotty friend Zippig. He / she was a birthday gift from my parents to my beloved (can you imagine the horror on my face as she unwrapped it?) and has languished unloved in the spare bedroom (soon to be a very occupied bedroom) for the past 2 years but has now been enlisted into my cunning little plan to attain my 303 dream. Coppers, silvers, circles and hexagons (but not paper) are going to be fed into Zippig until one day he/she bursts thus ensuring a heavy visit to the local Barclays followed by a 3 clicks visit to the best on-line price. I like to think of it as low impact expenditure.