THANK YOU! LOL It totally matters. I was a lampworker (glass bead/marble maker) for years and I got so tired of all of the "stuff" for us being covered in red, yellow, and black flames that if I have to put up with one more hobby being boy-centric in its accoutrement, I will literally puke. Literally. No. More. Testosterone.
I want cute *** polka dot rims from Velocity (thanks Velocity for discontinuing those adorable white rims with the multi-colored polka dots), I want a freaking bell, and I want a bike that is celeste because it's an awesomely pretty color. And maybe streamers if I dang well feel like it. I have nothing to prove. I'm not one of the dudes and I don't care if my husband thinks that putting a bell on a $1300 bike is dumb. I. Like. It. Not that he would ever try to stop me, he just shakes his head and begrudgingly thinks it's cute...if ridiculous.
While I'm venting, I also don't care that the rims are a little heavy. Or that the bell will add a few ounces. I am a lard of tub. If I want to lose some weight on the bike, I need to pedal it faster and longer to lose some behind, not take off a part that makes me happy.
Whew, that felt good. It has to stop raining here so I can ride because it's making me all worked up and snicky.![]()





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