And it's a true and wild love. An uncomplicated pure love. I knew the moment I saw that vision of beauty. So glorious I simply couldn't look away! My soul was filled with desire, I couldn't sleep for the fantasies in my mind, oh sweet torment!

My heart leaps at the name of my beloved: Park Tool Cyclone Chain Cleaner!

60 (well, I did 80. more is so much more satisfying) rotations of the crank and one change of Citrus Chain Brite and my chain is clean clean CLEAN. And it was way grody, lemme tell ya. There was RUST on my darling's chain! Bike Cooties!

I was amazed at how utterly filthy the Chain Brite solution got. And all the metal bits stuck to the magnet in the Cyclone! ICK! The Chain Brite sure smelled good, though. Even when it was dirty.

So when my dear Kona is all dry I will apply Boeshield, in preparation for my commute tomorrow.

My bike looked so lovely I had to do some maintainence on myself so as not to shame her. OPI "Friar Friar Pants on Fire" to the toes and fake tan to the legs. Gotta look fabulous in my Terry commuter skort tomorrow!

P.S. Skort matches bike. Coincidence.