When you marry a morning person you have anchored yourself to a natural anomaly. There are some in nature that wake with such immediacy, like a predator making a lunge for your young. When I picture a forest rising from slumber, I envision birds chirping, squirrels foraging, a flower gently, quietly, silently opening its petals to meet the sun, arching its way up patiently, incrementally, giving the earth the full measure of its glory in tolerable sums. I, too, similarly set about my day, slowly, quietly, and in tolerable sums.

My husband, however, launches into the dawn like a swat team bursting into a hostage situation. Alert, urgent, and with purpose. He wakes every day at 4 am all at once prepared to move and speak. He whistles and sings, wondering why the rest of his family is still dreaming. Before long, he gets bored and decides to come upstairs to ask his wife a question. A question! Before coffee! Blasphemous!!! I stare astounded that this man, after eighteen years of marriage, somehow believes I have words to share before 8 am. I can only muster up a few fragments, “...no...speak...WHY?” Then he leaves, his question left unrequited as nature intended.

Likewise, the Series 200’s unique treadle design and environmentally sealed protection combined with its supernatural morning person productivity prove its worth. When every moment counts, choose the Series 200, because every hour is peak performance hour.