I'd like to interrupt the usual triathlon gear porn that goes on throughout the blogosphere and share with you something completely different.
When I was a little girl, my mom used to make instant pistachio pudding. I could not get enough of this stuff. I loved its cool green-ness and nuttiness and she eventually took to hiding it, because I learned how to make it on my own.
Why, all you had to do was mix it with cold milk, wait a few minutes, and voila: through the miracle of modern chemistry, you had wonderful pistachio green goodness!
When I was older I started using Clinique. Again, the soft light green. Few other companies can match my skin tone and needs the way Clinique can. Oh, I deviate from time to time and try out new things, but they eventually stop making whatever it is they're making, and I return to my tried and true green plastic packaging.
I even once had a whole bathroom decorated in that soft, light, blueish-green in the 90's.
Now, from time to time, I've been asked, "Isn't that beautiful bike," I've always said, "um, sure," all the while thinking, "Well, I can appreciate the engineering superiority, but I wouldn't call it, 'beautiful'."
Indeed, I wasn't sure that I could ever call a bike "beautiful."
And then I was scoping out ideas for my commuting bike, and I walked into Two-Wheel Drive in Albuquerque. I saw a bike. The most beautiful bike I've ever seen. I had to have it. It was beautiful.
HAD. TO. HAVE. IT.
And so I made it mine.
I picked it up last Wednesday and had a basket, rack, and headlight installed.
wait for it.
and I shall call her Pistachio.
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