But this one is mine.
After several months drooling, researching, speculating, debating, deliberating and procrastinating, I now own a triathlon bike. As you can see, I went with the Cervelo P2 Ultegra setup, along with a sweet pair of Bontrager/Hed Aeolus 5.0 clinchers. Helen's Cycles in Santa Monica made me an offer too good to refuse on the wheelset. I was planning to buy the Hed Jet 6 and 9s, as I've recently written. However, they weren't in stock and Helen's took advantage of my eagerness to sell me on a "project one" pair of the Bontragers for $900 off the MSRP. As I was doing my bike-fitting session, the cyclist next to me doing the same had ridden 10,000 miles on the same pair. And was happy. That was good enough for me.
Oh, Lance and the rest of Team Radio Shack ride on them too.
Yeah, that'll do.
The only other major purchase I needed to add to the bike were the adjustable carbon Profile Design Viper aero bars. During my fitting, it became clear I was reaching a bit too far out towards the elbow pads and my back and rib cage were going to be stretched. Unfortunately, the stock aero bars were not adjustable. Yes, a proper pre-purchase bike fit might have indicated that other tri bikes could have been a better natural fit as a result. Yet all my research kept pointing back to the Cervelo P2 offering the best bang for the buck. Judging by the transition area at Wildflower, hundreds of other Cervelo owners agreed. And each time I spoke with a P2 owner whether at Wildflower or the other races I've competed in this year, they all indicated how much they loved their purchase. Not one showed an ounce of regret.
And let's face it: I just wanted the damn bike. There's lots of great choices out there. Felt. Wilier. Argon. Kuota. And many others. But the Cervelo had me from the get-go. It wasn't even a fair contest. You can research all you want. In the end, I bought what I wanted, but it happens to be a great value nonetheless.
Now, I must make sure my Monica (my Colnago) doesn't get too jealous of Charlie, the Cervelo. So far, they're co-existing in the same room peacefully.
By the way, I name my bikes. Maybe I talk to them too every once in a while. It's totally not weird. It's normal. I keep telling myself that.
It's normal, right?
Good night, Monica. Good night, Charlie. Good night, Shalom (my Scott Speedster).
These are my bikes. There are many like them. But these bikes are MINE.
Still 204 days and counting, but not by much.