The naming of a bike

I picked up Ruby Monday December 9th las year. Since then I have ridden this bike 95 times for 171 hours riding 938 snowy and tough miles. Yea. Rubs is almost a thousand miles old. I wanted to document the entire romance but life interrupted and since then it has been a blur.

I named Ruby during her first night at the apartment. It just felt right. I wasn’t thinking of my grandmother or any thing like that. Well, there is a possibility that “Ruby” by Kaiser Chiefs was playing on Spotify.  Or a subconscious voice was yelling Ruby AK, a stop on the ITI. I would like to think Ruby named herself. In short … dunno.

So now after 48,000 vertical feet of climbing in the snow spring is right around the corner.  And new surfaces. I think maybe Ruby will be my mountain bike this summer. Really she is that fun.