Jason Gay defense of Gisele Bundchen in today’s WSJ reminded
me of a brush with greatness.
A couple years back, I bought a cyclocross bike at the
LBS. The purchase killed several birds
with a single credit card swipe: an
opportunity to try CX, a recovery from a late season set of broken ribs and test
of the SRAM group. And being a large, discontinued frameset, it
was a great deal. The negotiations involved
a number of visits and ultimately, a wheel upgrade. The offered wheels had been sitting around
the shop, much like the frame, since they were special ordered for a special
customer.
Granted, it took a series of increasingly explicit comments to
clue me on to the provenance of said wheels.
I guess I don’t spend enough time at the intersection of Patriots
Football and Brazilian Supermodels. Anyway, Ms. Brady was shopping for a bike and
couldn’t decide whether to go comfort or hybrid (which was a top end CX frame). The guys at the shop built up one of each
especially for her. I really can’t blame
them. Actually I should thank
them. She chose comfort and I got the
hybrid wheels. I think that’s the
appropriate level of closeness for me and the Brazilian Supermodel.
The wheels were Brontager X-Lites. I wore away the braking surface of the rear
wheel after a sloppy winter. But I took
the front wheel out for a tour of the MWRA aquaducts today. Rode from the Wellesley dump all the way to Framingham
with minimal blacktop.
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