Cheapest WorldTour Bike

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My friend, Polit, has loved cycling since his childhood. He would do anything to ensure the bike gift his father gave him when he turned ten was neatly kept. Ten years later, he still had the bike as neat as it was just bought. All parts of the were still intact with its headlamp still functioning.

Whenever there is a need to deliver a message, Polit was ready to go on his bike. He did it so happily and got accolades from his dad. This cycling made him popular around Osapa London, a community of several ethnic groups in Eastern Lagos, Nigeria.

On his twentieth birthday, his father bought him another bike. This was a much better bike than the first one. Polit loved the bike so much that he cherished and cared for it.

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In that same year, when he was going to be twenty-one years old, a cycling scout came to Lagos to seek a young dude that he would sign to his cycling club in Europe, arrived in Lagos and started his scouting job. Polit was lucky to be among the few young lads that were selected. But he had to pass the screening test before he would be enlisted.

The screening date was fixed and every cyclist was to appear with his bike. Polit had nowhere to go to than to use his new cheap bike. His parents on their part thought not much about the contest. They only knew that Polit could ride his bike without a hitch.

Everyone came out to the parkway on that Saturday when the screening test was to be conducted. The cyclists were to ride on a ten-kilometre road. The first five cyclists to return to base will qualify to go to Europe.

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Forty other cyclists lined up for the contest. Of all that lined up at the starting point, only Polit mattered to me. I cheered him to the best of my ability and other folks that know him joined in the cheering. As soon as the whistle went off, Polit sped off behind six other cyclists.

The challenge was a tough one. We couldn't see the other end of the race. All I knew was that I was at the finishing line waiting to see Polit leading the other cyclist and I was not disappointed.

My guy, Polit appeared with a very long distance separating him from the other cyclists. He came in first though he rode a cheap bike. What more can you say for someone like Polit who did all that he could just to put away those who doubted his ability to make It as the best when the chances were very slim. This is just for the love of cycling and nothing more.



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A good bike can't make up for a lack of talent.
Your story shows that talent does make up for less qualitative equipment.

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Infact the essence of living and fulfillment is to identify who you are, the hidden talent in you, and a great determination to achieve that personality. When preparation meets opportunity, success is not far

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