I ride my bike for my daily work.....I do in-home consultations for a product. About 20 per week, so I get around a bit. My product is an eco-thing, so when I rock up on old Zimmer Frame my intro is always, 'Eco-warriors at your service.'
This kinda breaks the ice of some utterly unknown (me) rocking up on a bike instead of in a Porsche or similar. In fact I could rock up in my car but I far prefer to ride.
My market tends to be older folk so an old cunt like me rocking up on what 'they' perceive to be a hot bit (race number/team-name displayed) often starts a talking-point; always good when you're selling stuff.
They ask about stuff. I rattle on with the juicy bits. Then we're done and I flip my leg over Zimmer, to go the the next, and it's kinda like getting home.
She's an old banger, but then so am I. But we now have a working relationship which has developed out of untold road miles and sundry track miles; both racing and messing about. I now know where the 'fuck-you' points are on dry and wet, shingle and stones.
It's now a pretty rare event that I misjudge a surface situation. But it happens, and old Zimmer gives me a wake-up call. It's kinda like the wife. You just know when you've pushed too far and you get the teach.
And so I think it's fair to say I have some sort of relationship with this bike, one which allows me to now feel the slightest nuances of her annoyance at me failing to contain my control within her parameters.
Mind you, I have recently put on a set of second-hand Contis. Bugger me but they're sticky tyres.
I know this sounds sick, like religious shit, but after every ride I always pat my seat and say, 'Thanks Zim. Good ride.'
You'll appreciate that I have only ever been able to do that because at the end of each ride Zim and I are still in one piece.
May it continue.
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