They Call Me “Bitch”

     Don’t hate me because I am beautiful.  I started out life as just another cross frame, my master chose these colors for me.  Won’t matter a bit when I am covered with mud.  What will matter are my tubeless shoes and my hydraulic disc brakes, my internal cables and my bombproof drivetrain.  I am light, I am fast, and I am pretty.  My master’s team mate rolled up to me and said “bitch”.  You might as well call me “bitch”,  cuz that is the first thing people will think when they look at me.  Don’t hate me because I am beautiful.  Love me for what I am – my master’s pride and joy.

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