I was in tip top temper tantrum form yesterday. And although I knew I didn’t have any right to be, I was angry at myself for sounding so lame in my apology.
I was biting back a cocktail of anger, stress, and general exhaustion combined with a knee that felt like it was splitting in half as I rode back home. UPS told me my pink, front rim was waiting for me at home and I managed to drag it into my apartment, totally beat. I wasn’t even that excited about it.
And just for shits and giggles, I decided to check my normally-empty-save-for-the-rent-check mailbox. And found this:
Sent from Georgia from an old college boyfriend, just when I was starting to despair that the only person who gave a shit about my day was the homeless disabled guy that calls me sweetheart and hangs out outside the liquor store, it made me sit on the floor and cry. The card told me it was for White Day, a holiday totally made up by a bunch of Asian people who figured out that they could sell twice as much chocolate if, on March 14th, they instituted a reverse Valentine’s Day where the men have to give the women chocolate/presents/whatever [in Japan, only women are supposed to give stuff to the men on Valentine’s Day]. Unexpected and utterly sweet, it lifted most of the black vortex of depressing that was swirling over my head.
A few hours later, I got an email from Erich at IBC and my jaw dropped. And then I almost screamed:
It’s so fucking pretty. The decals were coming off from the start but Erich found out that they were over the clear coat but under the matte. He managed to peel them off, sand it down, then spray on a layer of matte to even out the ugliness left by the decals. Vinyl transfer were made, stuck on, and now…just look at her!!!
I knew Erich was awesome but now he is super-duper-omg-are-you-serious?! AWESOME. Looking at that picture nearly made me start panting in anticipation. I got flushed and my heart started beating faster. It got me giggling at my screen.
Sure, she won’t be done in time for the Freddy v. Jason alleycat tonight, but in a way, that’s for the best. If I’m going to ride a bike this hot, I’m going to have to do some catching up…[but I’ll see you all at the afterparty!]
[Good luck to all of those racing!!!]
Tags: awesome · cambridge bicycle · champ grips · freddy v. jason alleycat · IBC5 Comments
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Gorgeous! I hear yah my new bike is frame/fork/headset/rear wheel at the moment the in progess is always the worst
oh man thats hot, whats your color scheme going to be? white champs + pink soma velodrama bars = hottt
just don’t be like me and leave your project bike (or bikes to really be like me) at the shop for half a year and forget about them.
Ahaha, have I mentioned how happy I am that you’re stoked about this? Well, once more for good measure, it gives me the warm bike fuzzies.
Aw hell, it gives me the regular warm fuzzies too.
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