Princess of … Pedals?

Maybe I should start calling this blog Princess of Pedals because as of late all I’ve been writing about are cycling endeavors, and today is no different. Well, maybe a little different. I’m not actually writing about my time on the trainer, or about cycling through the streets of Vancouver, but I am writing about the drool that almost always dribbles down my chin at the mere thought of My Bianchi. Le sigh.

Folks, I want a new bike. Storm’s been great for me, but he was a starter bike, and it’s high time I acquired a much more advanced, and oh-so-sexy, pedal pusher by way of My Bianchi, Miss Bianchi if you will, Bianchi Infinito Dama 105 to be exact, which in English translates into “Lady in White.” Even her name is so super sexy! And she’s Italian too, which uhm hello is so perfect for me given that I’m like half Italian, okay not even a quarter, but I’m married to a guy with an Italian name, and I sometimes pretend I’m Italian, so that’s got to account for something right. Right.


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I’ve been drooling over Bianchis for a good three or four years now, ever since I first dabbled with the notion of becoming a cyclist, but the idea of forking over that much money for a bike when I didn’t even know if I’d like the sport didn’t make sense to me at the time. It does now. I want one. I have to have one. I will get one. But here’s the thing, so far in my search it appears that nowhere, not anywhere, zero, nada, zilch, sells My Bianchi in B.C. What the F?

Mario and I went bike browsing on the weekend to a couple of new bike shops in Vancouver and West Vancouver. And while they had Giant and Look and Willier and Pinarello (another Italian brand) and even Ridley, the original Flanders bike, they did NOT have My Bianchi.

It doesn’t help that Mario just got himself a fancy schmancy new Lappierre frame. I got some serious bike envy going on!

TONIGHT’S AQUA JOG

  • 5 p.m. BG before: 8.6 (granola bar 1/2 bolus)
  • Temp. basal: -60 per cent for 1 hour
  • Time: 50 minutes; 10 minutes with the belt, 40 without***
  • 6:30 p.m. BG after: 8.4
  • Temp. basal: +40 per cent for 1.5 hours

Before heading to the pool tonight, I requested the pool gods be kind on me. I asked them ever so politely (okay maybe I called them disgusting and icky, but whatever) to please keep away the old dude’s picking at their toe jam, and the athletes feet from trying to attack my feet, and the invisible germs from crawling up my butt. I don’t think I was really asking for much, but do you think they could appease me? Nope. Instead of toe jam guy, I got Creepy McCreepersville hanging out in the deep end, and when he wasn’t there, he was submerged onto the bottom of the pool as I jogged overhead. Now, I know I’m not exactly up on pool etiquette, and I know that I’m in the slow lane, but regardless, don’t you think if it’s a lane swim, you should be moving more than not? And the whole hanging out on the bottom of the pool, with goggles on, makes me think you’re looking in places you shouldn’t be looking. Just saying…

And then there was the lifeguard slowly putting rubber gloves on her hands like a border guard about to do a cavity search. And when you’re already freaked out of the germs, the last thing you want to see or think about is why she’s putting those rubber gloves on – with a grimace on her face no less!Β  Needless to say, my focus and resulting form were a little off tonight.

In other news, I’m going for a run tomorrow. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

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5 responses to “Princess of … Pedals?

  1. Well honestly Katie. Why don’t you come and visit for a weekend and get your darn Bianchi so you can be as cool as I am. I know of two shops that would most likely have your Bianchi. One had it there when I bought mine! Make the 7 hour trek, stay at my place and get your bike. All the cool people have Bianchi… ie ME!

  2. Robert Freeman

    Dear Pool/Pedal Princess, I gotta agree with you, I’m sorry to say. The guy lurking at the bottom of the pool was up to no good – count on it. But I wouldn’t fret … unless the next time you see him he’s hooked up to a coupla scuba tanks … THEN you’ve got a problem πŸ™‚ I also think there’s no doubt you are infected with “pedal envy” due to Mario’s recent indulgence. You have no option, as a self-respecting Princess, but to bust the bank with a Bianchi πŸ™‚ Call Chelsey πŸ™‚ I’ve been thinking about buying a blue and white Cannondale F7 to replace my late lamented blue and white Cannondale F7 … but I’m not as crazy as you guys. I’d rather spend my hard-earned wages on more home security … bars on the windows, snake-filled pits around the perimeter, that sort of thing πŸ™‚ Even though I have nothing left to steal. Enjoy your run πŸ™‚ But can’t you just imagine sailing along, Miss Bianchi’s tires a-humming πŸ™‚

  3. Orrrrrrrrrr get Chelsey to buy it for you and then she has to come back up here to visit to bring you your bike. πŸ™‚

  4. Wear water shoes! Seriously! A friend of mine used to work at a pool, you don’t even want to KNOW what is on the bottom!! You will look like a dork, but a dork with out toenail fungus.

  5. Oh and you simply have to get the retro jersey that matches the bike. You must be due for a weekend in Portland. No sales tax good dollar, since you already tried here….. just saying :o)

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