Here's why I'd like the Diablo
Many years ago my little brother was involved in a terrible accident and was hospitalised for about two weeks. The week before the accident Tim had been given a Diablo for his birthday. We were both madly in love with all things mountain biking and we were competing to do a proper wheelie, I'd just learnt how to use the back brake to control things and could wheelie his Diablo about 30metres. I told Tim about this whilst he was in hospital and he said he wanted to see it.
I decided to cycle to the hospital to show my skills to my younger brother. I left the bike outside and went in to find Tim, he was in a wheel chair but was fit enough to be taken to the front doors to watch me. As we got to the hospital doors we saw a bloke riding off on Tim's Diablo. I hadn't taken a lock with me and when I got to the hospital had just leant the bike against a wall. As we watched the bloke pedal off, there was a slim glimmer of hope, the thief was wearing a shell suit, which was really baggy but had tight elasticated ankles. As he turned left, the satin fabric was hooked by the chain, a tooth caught hold and soon the polyester monstrosity was dragged into the chainring. "Look" said Tim "It's pulling his leg" Just like I'm pulling yours now !