I won't speak of what happened to me before I came to live where I am now. Well maybe a little, but its soooo embarrassing. I was born a proud racing machine, then I was made into something I wasn't, it was horrible. Those gaudy colors I was made to wear. But the worst, oh the absolute worst was being set aside and forgotten for all that time. And finally, traded away. Thank goodness, oh thank goodness it was to someone who saw what I was under what I had become.

He took me home, cleaned and cared for me. Gave me this shiney sparkly new color to wear too! Oh how beautiful I look now! And how smooth I ride with all these new fangled parts I get to wear. While I do miss my original parts sometimes, the faithful Campagnolo that I once wore proudly, I just have to look to my left a bit when I'm at home resting to see how wonderfully they look on she who now wears them. But I don't mind the new things, oh no, not at all. So smooth, but so fancy at the same time. I like showing it off. So many people stop and look, just in awe. I know he likes it too, and of course I do!

Even though I have to share his affections with three others, all as tenderly and carefully cared for as I am, I know that it's me he thinks about most often.