So says my new saddle.
As do I.
Fat cyclists - Go write Cecily!
that an impossible task, an “OMG, this will take me five hours” task on a Friday becomes a one hour task on a Mon/Tuesday morning?
How can I spend most of a weekend with friends and still feel lonely on Monday night?
All the luck in the world!
Intentionally: I wore a dress for Bike the Drive, because I believe anyone can bike in almost any outfit.
Unintentionally: I wore the dress I was wearing when I was hit by that pesky SUV in September.
My first longest ride was a spontaneous ride on Labor Day with Joseph to the Bean and back. It wasn’t too hard, because we didn’t plan it. No getting worked up, no getting nervous.
A few days later I was hit by an SUV and one of my common whines was, “but I just found out I can go on long rides!”
Then in November, James and I went on three all healed rides. The second was 26 miles that kicked both of our still healing bodies.
A couple weekends ago, I did the same 26 mile route with Dan. Same Schwinn I rode in the winter, but with five more months of healing and strengthening. It was semi-spontaneous with just a couple hours to prepare instead of days.
Yesterday was my first real ride on my Surly. Oh, that’s a nice bike. I rode with five friends and we did 30 miles. My knee gave out a few times and my top U-lock must be moved to a less bruising place, but it was a spectacular ride. Great conversations, amazing new bike that just wants to go fast and 30 miles without tears or fears.
Nobody could have convinced me a year ago that I would wake up voluntarily at 530am, ride 30 miles and be ready to do it again the next day.
30 miles on lake shore drive.
My chain busted tonight when I was crossing Western. Then I walked three miles or so home.
I grabbed the chain and hear it may be fixable… sigh.
(Schwinn, not Surly)