Rex the RACER

Soooooo, having spent an enormous amount of time together with my beautiful, loving, reliable and sturdy machine over the festive period, which allowed me to complete my challenge and cover over a whopping 501kms in 7 days, I came to the decision that I wanted to give my bike a name. All this time together and “it” did not have a personality or identity. This had to change. After lots of deliberation and back and forth I came to my conclusion but I had to remember a “name is forever” and not just for Christmas.

Whilst riding for many hours I found over my festive challenge that your mind tends to wonder and it questions everything in your personal set up and even things you know to be true. Now I already do this on a day to day when activity is at an all-time high every second so imagine how active my run away brain was at the time when I was alone together with my bicycle……………it brought epic results (however, that again is another story worthy of an entry and for another time) and ultimately the name of my trusty carrier to Paris and beyond was formed.

To help you understand I may have been slipping in to the slightly deranged element towards the end of my challenge over Christmas attempting to occupy myself en route to completing the 500km challenge. Not exactly a “Wilson” moment but ploughing on towards that when in the saddle for the fourth hour out of five in a Suburban county I think you can imagine something may have to give?!

The attachment to a bike grows day by day and this is becoming a beautiful relationship and the little fella is now treated as an extension to my immediate family…..very scary but oh so real. Midlife crisis or just evolution? Who knows……

I had an idea in mind of whether it should be a boy or girl and most males would go for a girl I think so immediately it should be a boy. Colourings and character of the bike suggest it should be boy, a boys boy, so first phase complete. The name Rebecca was ditched and out of the picture. Now on to the business end. I had two serious names left in the mix and just couldn’t decide between either of them. I really really liked both. So the only way to finalise this was to put the two names in front of a superior judging panel...................which were obviously my two beautiful children ages 6 and 2. There would be no messing about with them critiquing this and head judge Jack would get the strictly casting vote (SEVEN!)…………

So as in the title of the post "REX" was named and crowned and my new baby was born…….

In lighter bike news I had a serious accident recently that taught me a lesson but I guess this guy had a different outcome - www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2539022/Cyclist-22-erection-five-weeks-injuring-crossbar-bike.html