It all seems so sudden.
Just a few days ago, we were frolicking in the late season conditions of Hardwood Hills. and now, an empty space on the rack where you used to rest.
Dear bike, how I miss you already.
I remember the first day we met. It was at the shop, and the boys wouldn't let me take you home because you looked too good in the window.
Our first ride, and how fast we bonded.
Our first time off-roading, which was also my first time ever riding in BC. Together we conquered some of Squamish's most amazing singletrack, including the Test of Metal.
It was with you that I first attempted the Tremblant Canada Cup ... which was also my first race in Quebec.
On your back, I had my best season ever with all kinds of podiums, PBs, and just amazing rides.
And lately, we've just managed a great three for three podiums for the end of 2010, including a 100km ride I wasn't even sure I could do -- but we did it, together.
I wouldn't be the rider I am today without you.
We've spent so much time together, playing, working, hanging out. It's hard to imagine a replacement. Will it be as good? Are the best races yet to come?
I hope you'll be happy in your new home. And at the same time I feel like a loser for suggesting you'd even know the difference.
Afterall ... you're just a bike.