My bike's name is Frida.
I think there is something along the lines of a freedom pun in there somewhere (I'm sorry, I can't help it) but mostly her name comes down to the colour. Originally, I wasn't sold on the idea of having a fuchsia bike and was hoping to find myself something in an understated black or grey. However, due to supply chain issues related to the pandemic, the black one was sitting out at sea on a barge for 6 months and if I wanted this particular bike, it had to be in pink.
But why was I so deterred from the pink? The honest answer was that it felt far too feminine for my sporty soul. However, my inner feminist was really not okay with that answer. I decided if I was going to get the bike, I needed to channel some Frida Kahlo energy and own that pink, in its fullest form - none of this, let's try and mute it down with some beige bags - this bike needs to pop!
So the bike got named Frida and Frida got some tie dye and purple bags, like the badass colourful flower that she deserves to be. I couldn't be happier.