I exchanged pleasantries with the matchmakers from Cannondale, and they brought me before the bike. A sleek engineering marvel in glossy black, adorned with a few subtle racing-stripes, it looked smaller in person — just like a celebrity. Bike-sized, really. Trying not to get my hopes up any higher, I double checked if this was really the bike that I would be riding. “Yes, will that be alright?” I wondered what kind of twisted bike diva could possibly find this bike “not alright.”
I had followed cycling’s “Spring Classics” over the past two years, watching Cannondale ace Peter Sagan, and I knew that this was almost the same bike. Almost, I say, because this bike was a little better.
Due to professional cycling’s current moratorium on disc brakes (they’re too good, which could be dangerous in close formations unless everyone has them), this disc-equipped Cannondale was the bike equivalent of a non-street legal Ferrari.