Hello Lover
After months of fantasizing about the bike I would buy, IF (and that’s a big if) I could buy a bike, I think I may have stumbled on Mr. Right. And I have to admit it’s a bit of a surprise.
I always thought I would go for the sexy and oh-so-popular Monsieur Cervelo (considered by many to be the ultimate in bike performance and design, the Ferrari of bikes), but recently was starting to feel that maybe he is a little TOO popular. I’m the kind of girl who needs to feel special, and recently Mr. C is has been making the rounds with a lot my friends and therefore losing some of the appeal that came with his elusiveness. Sort of like when that cool band you discover goes top 40. Don’t get me wrong, Cervelo is still the Brad Pitt of bikes in my humble opinion, and I’d jump at the chance to get on one in a heartbeat. But I have opened myself up to other options, given the fact that there are quite a number of things that take financial priority over a $5,000 bike. Like groceries, and a debt load equivalent to that of a small country.
So today as I was checking out the hours of a local bike shop on their website, I had a quick gander at the bikes they carry and was catapulted to the Cannondale site. That’s where I saw him. The Cannondale Six Carbon 3, 2010. Gorgeous carbon fiber frame, with the promise of a great ride whether you’re doing crits (short, fast circuit races) or centuries (100 mile rides). Named 2010 Bike of the Year by Cycling Plus Magazine (street cred), and at a price that won’t force me to sell one of my kidneys. I clicked on the picture and it comes in MY colours (it’s a chick thing), yellow and black. Totally sick (as in awesome).
I’ve always kind of thought of Cannondale as a pretty butch bike, but I had the opportunity to ride one in Arizona and it felt very comfortable, no chest or back hair required. Not necessarily heart-thumping gorgeous, but that may have had something to do with the purple pedals and yellow saddle I put on it’s sparkly blue frame.
So my apologies to Mr. Cervelo. You had your chance and I’ve moved on. (call me…)
Ahhh yes the compromise…mine came in the form of a TREK (I had my eyes glued on the Argon 18). But my little silver lady with the 650 wheels-adorned with the tacky but speedy yellow spokes-brings me great joy. Ride on sis ride on.
Ahhh yes the compromise…mine came in the form of a TREK (I had my eyes glued on the Argon 18). But my little silver lady with the 650 wheels-adorned with the tacky but speedy yellow spokes-brings me great joy. Ride on sis ride on.
Also drooling over Felt Bikes. The F1 is retarded but others are more reasonable. Nobody carries them here, but apparently a bike shop in Brandon does… hmmmmm…..