Cycling has turned suffering into a religion. It’s become a form of worship. Sacrifice yourself on the road now, you’ll come out clean in the end. If cycling has a martyr of the peloton, it would be the domestique. Humble to a fault (in most cases). He’ll work tirelessly for his leader until he’s physically and mentally unrecognizable. A win is extremely rare, yet he celebrates privately every time he crosses that white line. He is not our winner today, yet we look at him with the greatest of admiration. He has a hold on us. Thank you domestique, for your unending service to our sport.
This bidon has the image of a bottle opener on one side. It is there in honor of our early domestiques. We remember grainy images of riders, reaching for the opener strung around their necks. Navigating their way through the peloton, sharing swigs with team mates, friends, and those who really need it.
On the other side of the bidon is Every Domestique Has Their Day. I don’t need to explain why it’s there. We all know, we’ve all seen it happen. It’s in watching that moment we realize our sport, is the most beautiful, blessed sport in the world.
Order contains 2 Specialized Purist bottles, created in California.