Bubble bike has been good to me. Very good to me. I've never dropped a chain, suffered only one flat, no crashes, and she's given me an irreplaceable education in all things life. But she's a bit winged right now, tapes coming all unraveled and to be honest a little time worn. Now I could just pull the tape, re wrap it, slap on a new band of electrical tape and be done with it, but that just seems like so much garage sale frugality, mindless meandering, Sunday ride to no where thinking. In two weeks I race my final Half Iron of the season, a comma in a year long sentence, that ends at Florida. The Tribe goes back to school in 4 weeks, then it's pedal to the metal training to the starting line in November. I want new tape. I want my own statement.
I used to despise the color pink. Pink was weak, and girlie, and dominated by every other color in the pack. That was yesterday's pink. Now pink is strong and courageous, it identifies those who overcome, and those who are fighting to do so. It remembers those who didn't. Pink takes all the pieces, strong, broken and otherwise and combines them into sexy, strong competence. Pink is a bold statement.
Then there is yellow. Yellow smiles at four minutes of adversity and then runs like a champion. Yellow doesn't quit. Yellow remembers and is stronger for it. Yellow sacrifices to do what is right, even when the personal reward is fleeting. Yellow inspires and challenges others to rise up to the task. Yellow overcomes with warmth and style. Yellow is a 38 year old mom and world champion. Yellow is unique.
Rainbow sherbert striping isn't an option. I want to choose one. Either way I win.