Missed The Target

We've been shopping for a bike for my oldest son. His didn't fare so well in the fire of '09, but he'd about outgrown his old one anyway. I like to describe myself as frugal, but my wife would use another word ... cheap.

Choose you own adjective, just understand that I never buy a thing without comparing prices at every last place I can think of. So there we were comparison shopping for bikes. One of the stops on our journey was Target.

Now I'll be honest, Target isn't my favorite store. I got nothing against the joint, other than it strikes me as a a tad girly. Think about it, you never see single men roaming around Target the way you do Wal-Mart, Big Lots, or even K-Mart. The only guys you see at Target are the sad unfortunate feet shuffling husbands like myself that get coerced.

Though I do give Target kudos for keeping the shopping store snack department alive. Nothing can save unbearable excursion like a Cherry Slurpee and a hot buttery pretzel. But I digress. Back to the bikes at good ol' Target.

There was the Mongoose Crush. A tad pricey but a decent looking bike with a good manly name ... CRUSH.


Next we looked at the RIP CLAW. Still a bit high, but the name and tiger stripes had my son interested.


The INVADER was getting closer to my intended price range, but it's drab Army green and lack of flair invoked nothing from my 8 year old.

So we moved on to the FALCON.

My son's shook his head and said, "Dad, it's a bird." I knew what he meant. Yeah falcons are birds of prey, but the ability to swoop down and nab a mouse doesn't correlate that well with the mad curb jumping and dirt handling skills a boys bike needs to possess.

And then we came to this.


Really? The IMPOSTER? That's the best the PR team at Magna Bikes could come up with? My son asked, "Dad, what an imposter?"

I shook my head and said, "Trust me an imposter isn't even half as cool as a falcon."