I had a terrible loss in the family over the weekend. Not the immediate, immediate family, but that next, dear old friend, circle of influence. We had known each other since 1987. Who was there when I flipped on the velodrome on the last bend? You. Who was there when I hit the deck and needed an ambulance ride? You. Who was there when I was sailing through the air in slow motion just waiting for my collarbone to break my fall? You.
But more than just being there for me in my times of need, you were also there in my times of triumph and glory. And you were with my through all of the work that goes into the highs. You shared all of everything for 18 fantastic years. I will miss you immensely.
Have you ever had someone so precious to that you just know that even the best, best friend in the world can’t replace the departed best friend. And so it is with shoes as well. Thus, I bid a fond farewell to my Specialized cycling shoes. There were cycling shoes before, and there will be more in the future, but these will always be THE shoes.
They were top of the range when I bought them. And they were originally paired up with slotted cleats to suit clip and strap pedals. I bought a pair of Pearl Izumi shoes in 2001 but they have seen little of the outside world due to the enduring nature of my relationship with my special Specialized.
These shoes had blue piping between the silver and black sections. The right shoe shown here is missing most of that piping because it was melted off when I decided to take the ambulance ride. Yes, they are pink laces. These shoes allowed me to express myself with all of the flamboyance of a mullet-enhanced track sprinter.
And then they were gone.
I awoke on Saturday morning to a sunny summer day and my plans for a 75km (46mi) ride were looking good. Breakfast was over, dressed and ready. I just had to pull on the shoes and get out the door. I put on the right shoe and laced it up. Then the left, but no matter how tight I pulled the laces the left shoe felt loose. An inspection showed me a tragic and terminal failure in the bonding of body and soul, literally.
I set them gently aside, then searched for quite a while, dusted and donned the Pearl Izumi’s for the days outing. Alas, it wasn’t the same. It will never be the same.
Well, that was a close call. 16 points this week. I nearly had to sprout mutton chops. But all is well and the wieght continues to disappear. Another 1.1 kilograms (2.4lb) this week.
My permanent post script
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