It started on pretty tricky woodland singletrack behind my apartment. My hubby's bike had decided to die on him, and I said I wanted to go for one more quick run through the maze-like trails. My hubby refers to me/my looks as 'elfin, or pixie-like' so I was dubbed something of a woodland pixie. My attitude, however, does NOT fit this, and after tackling him into a tree once for calling me his 'little pixie' on a very difficult and frustrating part of this trail, I was re-named "B*tchcakes" which I rather enjoy (one of those names your friends and loved ones can call you, but no one else can...) so While I'm on this ride, he hears my pretty new rockhopper snapping twigs and whirring through the sand and rattling over stones... As I yip and fly through the curtain of raspberries that marks the end of the trail, he bows and says "Hail B*tchcakes, the woodland fairy who flies through the forest on boots and wheels!"

Loooong story short, my black, petite, but workhorseish '04 rockhopper's name is '*****cakes' and I'm looking forward to getting a little fairy-type toy and giving it GI Joe's tough clothes, boots, and strapping it to B*tchcakes' handlebars as a little figurehead to guide me through the trails.