Today was one of the final long triples of the ironman ramp up. and so, as i rode along, i thought about my ass and wondered if i had used enough vaseline before i left. i thought, also, about blog topics. and then it hit me (metaphorically i mean, thank my angels nothing really hit me)
this is my document, my journal, my memoir of my road to penticton. so i must post a pic of my steed, my ride, my wheels, my ten thousand dollars of happiness.
here IT is, ready for the last test race before ironman canada.
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| MY RIDE |
yes, i am a titanium whore. the wheels and handlebars may melt but the frame will be one of the few things left if there is a nuclear holocaust. i will probably ride this frame until i die. it rocks. it eats vibration for breakfast. it make jokes out of potholes. my perineum loves this frame. baggage handlers can kiss my ass. they might break everything else, but they wont' bust my frame.
SPECS:
litespeed saber frame
reynolds carbon aero forks
cane creek headset
campagnolo record with cts crank
hed jet c2 90/60 wheels
look keo carbon pedals
continental triathlon tires
power tapp
profile design carbon cobra up front
xlab hydration in rear with King titanium bottle cages
arundel carbon bottle cages on frame
ism race saddle
ok, now i am an official triathlon blogger. i have posted bike porn.
just another brick in the yellow brick road...
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