Friday, May 22, 2009

Meet Sterling...



Meet a new "member" of my family!! Considering how much time I am going to spend with this piece of machinery, I hope she will become a very good and faithful friend indeed. Meet Sterling. Yes, Im weird (but if you have been reading my blogs and are JUST figuring out that I am a little odd...you have issues yourself). I name my bikes..and yes, they are always girl names. The thought of riding a "boy" bike for 7 hours is a little obscene..don't you think!!

Sterling..as she is now known...is a Cervelo P3 with Dura Ace components and carbon EVERYTHING. My beloved husband went all out when we found this bike at the St. Anthony's Triathlon. See...I am only 4'11"...so to find my size bike IN STOCK is something that doesn't happen often. Outspokin Bike Shop in Clearwater was a vendor at the triathlon and just happen to have this top of the line bike-in my size-available for sale. Usually, I have to have a bicycle ordered in my size and it has taken up to 6 weeks for a bike to come in. Not this time...she is mine all mine.

I drove 2 hours over to Clearwater to have my bike fitted using the Retul system. This is a computer imaging system that take measurements on your on the bike using connection similar to those you would find when having an EKG. The connectors are place on strategic areas...like hip, knee, shoulder etc. to see their movement and placement on the bike and the aero bars. Pretty neat stuff huh!!!

The fitting took two hours and the recabling of the bike too another two hours. Meanwhile, I had the bike fitted with a new bike computer, cages and emergency kit. She is ready to roll..

Only one problem....its suppose to rain BUCKETS tomorrow!! Oh well...guess she will get her first ride on a trainer :)

4 comments:

Irene Odell said...

She's BEAUTI-FULL!!

Sarah said...

Drool. Drool. Drool. That is the bike of an Ironman to be!! ;)

RBR said...

Ohhhhh! I soooo covet thee, Sterling.

Congratulations!

Big Geek said...

Missy... I have known you for a VERY long time and I recall that there was a time when riding a boy anything for seven hours was a good nights... um... entertainment. Perhaps I have said to much... }: )