That's the name of my bike.
It's been nothing but boobish behavior since the day we met.
We have a very grudging relationship. I grudgingly acknowledge that when I take good care of her and fill her tires properly, she goes pretty fast. I grudgingly acknowledge that her saddle, a factory throw-in from Specialized, is more comfortable than my aeron office chair at work.

She grudgingly acknowledges that once a week I take her on some of the nastiest roads in Rhode Island to get to work, and the other days, I take her on some pretty steep climbs to get to the bus.

It works.
She's a boob, though.