Well, it took that dousche bag at the shop long enough to assemble, but the Cervelo is firmly in my hands and entirely in my heart. I nearly wet myself as I wiped it down with a soft cloth and posed its fine frame in front of my breakfast bar. I mean, look at it.
R3, baby! This ain't no R2.5. Shit, check the squoval shape of those damn tubes, and all that beautiful Carbon. This bitch is totally race proven! Hello? Cancellara, Paris-Roubaix, 2006? You're smelling my chamois, now! The fuckin' snow has prevented a road ride yet, but I got the new baby on the trainer and I could literally feel every watt being transferred into forward motion.
Like the first night I met my skanky ex-wife, I can't keep my hands off this thing.
I mean, how tits will the R3 look coming off the Scion XB at that first Crit? Rollin' up to the line with this mean machine, and everyone will instantly know that they are competing for 2nd place. 'Cuz this Italian Stallion gots 1st, bitches!
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