Every triathlete knows that one’s bike becomes one’s BFF.
Many hours spent together, me and my bike. I’m not always nice to it, nor it to me, yet we always find a way to muddle thru and come out the other side. While not a brilliant conversationalist, my bike is an excellent listener. My bike never minds stopping for pee breaks on long rides, but if we’re in the middle of a race and there’s no time for pee breaks, my bike is just fine not stopping. That’s saying something, since it means that my bike is, in fact, getting peed on, yet it doesn’t seem to mind.
I’ve got friends who have named their bikes. There was Mr. Zippy. He was small, and energetic, but was soon replaced by McStealthy who was still energetic, and fast, but in a much hotter way. I never named my bike. Yet still, my bike never seemed to mind its anonymous existence. My bike is good to me, though nameless.
So it is with great joy that I am able to say that my bike and I will continue our relationship for years to come My Kestrel Airfoil SE and I will be hitting the road together again in 2010 (though don’t tell it….it may be upgraded to a Kestrel 4000 any day now, but fear not, I will be as good it in retirement as it was to me during its career, though no more peeing on it!)
So yea for me! Yea for Kestrel and yea for my awesome agent, Wing, for getting the deal done! Me and my BFF will be BFFs F and I couldn’t be more pleased.
Stay tuned for updates on the Kestrel 4000!
In other exciting news, it is a little known fact that I grew up in a town that essentially wrote “The Preppy Handbook”. You remember “the Preppy Handbook”; a 1980 book about all things Preppy; prep schools, preppy names (I think my brother actually changed his name to “Biff” for a while), preppy clothes. This miraculous handbook was followed up with “Get Preppy”, the song. It was all the craze and I was right there in it. All things pink and green. I had wide whale cords with embroidered whales on them. And oh, how I layered. The turtleneck with the oxford with the sweater. I looked like Nanook of the North, but man, I was Preppy!
Some people think Preppy died. But oh, no. It just went into hibernation for a while. And like all good things….it's BACK....in the form of Vineyard Vines! From day 1, it has been true love between me and Vineyard Vines. Every catalog I flipped thru, I wanted more. Dave took to hiding the catalog from me when it arrived, knowing out bank account couldn’t handle it.
Then one day, my dreams came true. Dave went golfing. …and met a new friend who worked at Vineyard Vines. Filed under the “you never know if you don’t ask” column, Dave said to his new golfing buddy, “Would you consider sponsoring a professional triathlete?” And blamo! I have myself a new casual apparel sponsor!
Thank you Vineyard Vines for your support. This triathlete will wear Preppy with Pride!!
You can check out my new sponsors at:
http://www.kestrelbicycles.com/
And at
http://www.vineyardvines.com/home___?gclid=CISig9Tk-50CFaM45Qodpk93pg
