so, this week comes with a pretty surprise.
As you may know, I love my bike. i love the colour scheme, I love the fact that it can be a three in one bike. it is my commuter, my racer and my very long ride bike. it is a reminder of breaking my arms 3 years ago in a bike crash, and the recovery from that, and getting back onto a bike. it was a new bike, one with disc brakes, pink cable housing, and a baby blue body. that bike taught me to love triathlon, and was a great deal, since I got it on a pro-deal. 999$ for a 1850$ bike. It reminds me of vancouver and commercial drive, and everywhere I bring it, people have a nice little look-see. in fact, *you* can have a look-see in the photo below, on the ride from Montreal to Ottawa, that I did in May.
it has had a great 3 years. And, it is not going anywhere. in fact, it is not being replaced, despite the large amounts of money that I have spent this spring to have repairs and fixes done to it (all to find out that I had crappy mechanics work on it.) But, let's just think of all of this as the fact that my baby blue is getting a younger sibling.
a sibling that is. sexy. fast. light. aero. carbon fibre. racing.
that is right. despite the genes being quite different from one another, I am sure that these two babies will get along just fine.
'cause at my next race, expect me to run right past my bike in transition. I will probably forget that it is mine, since it is so beautiful. since it is a bike that I do not feel worthy to be riding. it is a bike that *fast* people ride. really fast people.
and, this is where the no more EPP's come in. excuses for bad performances. now, I have one less. I now cannot say "oh, i go slower on the bike leg because my bike weighs 10 lbs heavier than yours, and it is a cyclocross bike. besides, it is aluminum and doesn't have aerobars." I now cannot say "ohhhh, she was allowed to pass me, she is has a way nicer bike than me."
my bike is no longer an EPP.
now I have to come up with other EPPs.
because my bike is a fricken Cervelo P3 .
Thank you to the folks at Way Past Fast, to my parents, and to one other person, for enabling me to get a bike that I would only imagine that I could own if I was a rich business woman. a bike that I could only imagine that I would be able to own if I were way faster than I am. Thank you, Tom, for allowing me to feel like I can continue to fly. But, this time, allowing me to fly a little bit faster and smoother.