Today was the big day. I picked up my brand new road bike, a Giant OCR1.
I still can't get over how light she is, and I'm excited about hitting the road this week to see how much of a difference this can make.
It's going to take some getting used to the manner in which the gears shift, though, as I'm used to the twisty kind that are on the bike I've currently been riding.
(Isn't my mastery of bike lingo impressive?)
So, is my bike sitting in the garage tonight? NO WAY! She's sitting pretty in the office, resting up after our long drive home from the LBS. Poor thing.
Now, I just need to come up with a name for her. The model name is OCR. If you take those initials and say them out loud, it sounds French: Osiare.
But that's more suited to be one of the many bad jokes I always make than to be a serious name.
Maybe I'll name her Gary the Bike (GTB), in honor of my incredible, incredible husband.
Though his idea of exercise consists of coming to my tris, sitting in a chair, drinking Pepsi and watching us all buzz around, he understands that it is important to me and he's very supportive. But bikes are female and Gary's not a girl's name.
One thing, however, has become very clear as I re-read my post so far: I should hold off on a name until after I've put some more thought into it.
Thanks for sharing in my joy of my new bike purchase, and - as always - thanks for stopping by my blog. Oh, and...