A few Months ago I was contacted by a cyclist seeking guidance after moving to town. She's a Riv rider who transplanted with her family from Las Vegas. They had grown up in the Dakota's, but spent their adult professional lives in Los Angeles and Las Vegas before the career path brought them to Michigan, in December, with nothing to protect them but childhood memories of precipitation. Needless to say, Leah, the family cyclist, is feeling a bit frustrated with all the opportunities she has to acclimate to four seasons, every week.
I have to admit this spring is later and colder than others. It's so bad that I begged off a ride one evening and a friend chastised me, of all people, quoting Rule #5. It hurt, but I'll get over it In the meantime, the neophyte Leah, has been earning rule#9 recognition on a daily basis riding her amazing Platypus.
She picked the color personally and the rasperry metallic really pops!
The details of the lug design and paint are exquisite
and the workmanship on the welded portions are flawless.
Of course it wouldn't be a Rivendell without a beautifull headbadge. 
If you want one you can get in line. Each shipment sells out fast and requires patience, but good things come to those who wait.
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