47 is too small, but I emailed someone who might be interested. Too bad they changed to Cannondale. Nothing against Cannondale but not the drool factor of a Waterford.
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There are a few team bikes for sale still! That one, the old one, is too small for me or it would be MINE, and the new ones (which are Cannondale) have beautiful farm landscapes pained on them. go here:Originally Posted by SadieKate
http://www.teamamericasdairyland.com/
47 is too small, but I emailed someone who might be interested. Too bad they changed to Cannondale. Nothing against Cannondale but not the drool factor of a Waterford.
Frends know gud humors when dey is hear it. ~ Da Crockydiles of ZZE.
in reply to the rant earlier, the smallest things can mean a lot when you are facing a terminal disease. My husband had renal failure (transplanted in 2004), one thing that he has kept was a piece of rope that was tied to the front door. He had to wrap his hand in the rope in order to be able to open the door. He got stuck in the bathroom a few times because he was not strong enough to turn the knob and open it. Not that he goes and pushes it one other people, but it is a reminder of what he went through and what to be thankful for.
support/etc stickers...
Miss Cakes has the following stickers (in the order of political correctness:
Namaste
Independant Art: By and For the People
(R)evolution (on the chainstay, so it's by a wheel. Clever, I know)![]()
High Priestess Piercing: Honor, Pain, Tradition
If you can't feed 'em, don't breed 'em.
It's only kinky the first time.
V**itarian
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and a silver Grateful Dead sticker I put on the head tube, and made permanent via liberal use of clearcoat.
The base color of that model was sky blue, but at the time, I didn't feel it was "Grr!" enough to match my mood, so I painted her flat black. This year, I took out a dremel and etched tiger stripes in in such a way that they look sketched. I taped off all the brand naming and lettering, so they're untouched through all my shenanigans, all shiny and bright, so the bike actually looks surprisingly stock in color... just... 'Grr!'
*sigh* Yeah, Deb, I just need to get a pic of her.
Now that I almost have a new (to me) bike, I might need to get her a pretty-pretty as a welcome present.
Those head badges are my-t-fine...
"If Americans want to live the American Dream, they should go to Denmark." - Richard Wilkinson
I went through some postpartum depression with my last child (he's almost 13 now). I was working at home at the time, and also suffering from herniated disks in my back. One morning my then-baby toddled into my office while I was working and set a chunky little Playmobil knight on my keyboard. The knight had his hand raised as if to throw a spear. I ignored it for the most part, but after a few weeks of (barely) getting up at 4 a.m. to do my work before the baby woke up, while I was in pain both physical and mental, the kind of pain that destroys relationships...that little knight appeared to be raising his hand in defiance. He became my symbol of my eventual defiance of the diseases I was fighting, the pain I was suffering, the emotional turmoil in inflicted on myself and my family.My husband had renal failure (transplanted in 2004), one thing that he has kept was a piece of rope that was tied to the front door.
I don't think I could have gotten through without that tiny little plastic raised fist, pointing the way and encouraging me to do the same. Even now when I think of it I think of a groan welling up from inside of me so deep--the kind you make when you are lifting the heaviest thing and the lifting will save a life--so deep inside, careening out from the exertion so strongly, that no one will mistake it for what it is. Defiance of odds that lead to victory.
I understand all about pieces of rope. I lost track of my little knight in plastic armor long ago--but I still have what he represents, right here. :: pounding chest::
Karen
Aside from the obligatory brand decals, my bike has the following stickers:
Jeff Christensen
Greg Boss
Donald Young
These are the names of the three law enforcement officers killed in the line of duty in Colorado in 2005. I put them on before embarking on the Police Unity Tour in May. They were good conversation starters before, during and after the ride. They gave me a chance to tell the stories of these officers beyond their local communities. I'll take them off soon. Unfortunately, there is no short supply of new names to add.![]()