Flossie is the name of my mountain bike.
Flossie is for short.
Her real name is Fat Tire Flossie.
Flossie makes me love everything more. Biking on the road, running, yoga, and even swimming. Don't know why. It's just how it is. Like Flossie Bobbsey getting her homework done on time, I cruised happily through my long run day dreaming of another ride at Idyllwild. The miles of swim, run, and riding the skinny tires are in for the week. My reward after one more shift of work is some serious Flossie Fun.
Flossie is all good but my other two bikes are jealous. Sweet Thunder, the time trial bike and Princess, the road bike, are a bit bent out of shape. They started conveniently omitting "Tire" and addressing her as "Fat Flossie." Flossie maintains that she is not "Fat." She's just big boned and her supsension weighs her down. Then they started in on Flossie's hygeine calling her dirty. They also called Flossie slow. They couldn't beleive Flossie would be racing already and asked just who did she think she was. When they heard Flossie collected a few medals they hissed Flossie hadn't paid her dues and that the field must not have been deep. Flossie seems to be taking it alright except I did hear her scoff that the other bikes were Pavement Princesses. I overheard her tell another mtn bike that the bikes she lived with were fast but not all that fun or exiciting. She said they required no talent or skills. Flossie claims to have "madd skills" if only her rider knew how to use them.
Uh -oh. The battle of the bikes might heat up. I've got my eyes on those bikes.