Your Bike Is Bored With You

Your bike is bored with you.
And let's face it: who can blame her?

This was inevitable.  When you went out and bought yourself the hottest, carbon deluxe, triple extra bling bike that money can buy, the one with the electronic shifting, aerodynamic ass molding, suspension from outer fucking space, with the custom paint job and, dare I speculate, a 50T cog, you were setting yourself up for failure.

There's nothing - NOTHING - that you can throw at this bike that it won't shrug off, unimpressed.  You can ride it down the red loop at Walnut Creek as fast as you can, feeling pretty rad, jubilant even,  and step off at the bottom and see the bike yawn.

Hill Repeats?  Boring.
Shuttle runs?  Lame.
TNW?  Geeks.

This is where your ol' pal Pantani comes in.  Because like it or not, Pantani is outside of your ability.  Too hard, Too steep, Too Fast, Too Early in the Season, Too much gravel, too much pavement, too many fast assholes at the front, too much drafting, too long to go that hard, too many bros with mustaches, too much...everthing.  For you.

But your bike was made for this.

Entertain the ol' lady for once, eh?

2/10 at 10 AM.

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