Bicycle, thy name is...

For a while now, I've been trying to come up with a name for my bicycle.  He (yes, he) has sexy black and red coloring, French wheels and a French frame, and an Italian drive train and saddle.  Very European.  He is fast, strong, responsive, and quite attractive.  When we are out together, he is openly admired by women and men alike.

My bike and I logged many hours this past weekend, riding 135 miles over the course of 4 days... and in less than two weeks, I will ride 109 miles in one day for the El Tour de Tucson.  It was time to finally decide on a name so that he and I might be completely comfortable with each other come race day.

I am pleased to introduce Gustavo.