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Frenchy

I have named all my vehicles. Gracie - white, 1993 VFR 750. Bobby - white, 2003 Subaru Impreza TS. Rocky - white, 2005ish Rocky Mountain Element. Ok, my new moto is yet to be named because I haven't had enough time to ride her since I came back from deployment last fall. But my other bike should have a name if I really want to connect with. So she has a name. Meet Frenchy (pic to come later). Frenchy is a white (surprised?), 2010 Specialized Allez. If you haven't guessed it, the names aren't that far fetched. I mean really, a Rocky Mountain bike called Rocky. What else could I call an Allez, but Frenchy. Hopefully, this will help. I'm trying. Sweet dreams Frenchy and thanks for not making my bum hurt on the race, I appreciate that.

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