What a transformation, eh?
You do see the transformation, right? Okay, maybe not. It's the tires. Yay, new TARZ!!
Recall that I
Anyways, in the months and miles we've had together, I have delighted in her gleeful liberation and boundless energy. There was one thing that kept her a bit limited in the great outdoors, however. Her smug tires.
Her tires were super smooth, no treads. I mean, who needs treads when wasting such a beautiful bicycle on an indoor spin class? Oh those tires were certainly fast, oh yes they were! For that reason, I was reluctant to change them. I could zip along faster than with Bella on a good day... until we came to the tiniest length of gravel or dirt. Then all came to a standstill, or worse.
The dirt/sand/gravel, with honorable mention going to water, laughed at those tires, at all the possibilities they presented. Throw her to the right? The left? Pitch her forward? Swing the back around to the front or vice versa? The tires were defenseless.
Which meant that, when I went to play around dirt, Alice had to stay home. Flashbacks to spin class!
Yesterday, I felt sorry for
I could immediately sense the change in her. She was truly one of us now. Oh, Bella will always be the brawn of the operation, but Alice is no longer the little priss.
And, as if to reassure me, she flew me through the goose poop slalom to show she's still got her speed. Well, most of it anyway.
But more importantly, we went back to the dirt and gravel and gave them the what for! I swear, she was laughing as the pebbles were tossed aside in her wake.
Spin class bitch no more.