Tuesday, February 16, 2010
What the Cervelo P3 is to time-trial and triathlon bikes, Matt Assenmacher is to framebuilders and painters: groundbreaking, among the creme of the best ever and perfectly suited to, well, me. I've been racing that P3 for six seasons now; I've been friends with Matt since the early 1980s.
Whatever it says about me, Matt has rescued more of my frames than most people own. This year, it was time to rescue the P3. Too much sweat had gotten under the original paint (that's my dubious talent; I can corrode even aluminum); it was time for some reconstructive surgery.
People who know me know that my willingness to shamelessly self-promote mysteriously stops at wearing my own gear. I love Frazz and Trizophrenia shirts, hats and the like, but I feel squeamish wearing them for some reason. So this paint job was a huge step. I wouldn't have trusted anyone but Matt, and I trust Matt tremendously. As good as he is with bikes, that's just his second level of greatness. He's that good a person, and things just turn out well whenever he's involved. And if I did still have worries, they would have evaporated when I saw the frame yesterday.
I can't wait to race it. And train on it. Lord, I'd better train on it. Because there'll sure be no hiding on it.
Bravo, Matt. And thank you.
Posted by Jef Mallett at 6:08 AM