My Dearest Specialized,

Although it has been 8 years, I remember our first encounter like it was yesterday. Joe hooked us up together at Jax in Huntington and we took a lovely stroll down Main Street. I wasn't quite used to your stride yet and I tripped and fell to the ground. Joe rushed us back inside where I began to pass out from the pain in my hand. But I came to and was so embarrassed that I could think of nothing else but to take you home immediately. And that's how our love affair began, me & you...my beloved Specialized.


Just like any relationship, we've had our ups and downs. We've been through some very rocky paths and I've cursed in front of you more than a lady should. And you haven't always been an angel yourself. I can't begin to count the times that you have caused me much pain.



But no matter how dirty our relationship has gotten, we've always remained together.


Sure I have eyes and I've taken a peek at others here and there. But none compares to you and I can guarantee that I would never stray.


I often think of our trip to Greenland where the sun shone for 22 hours a day. We soaked up every minute of the sun riding amongst the glacier fed streams.


You've taken me to so many new places and I've especially enjoyed seeing the race podiums at Sea Otter, Old Pueblo, & Nationals.


I've been happy to carry you across exotic beaches in Brazil and "no riding zones" in Patagonia.




And no matter how many different styles or colors you take, I will always be there to love and care for you.


I would even go so far as to pad your landing with my body if you fell.



And now, that the baby is born. I need you more than ever.


I need you to support me on my way back to fitness. I need you to push me hard. I need you to perform like you're rolling with a fit athlete instead of a post-partum Mommy.


And I know you will. You and I will be together forever, my beloved Specialized.