The bike is not a lie
Apr. 16th, 2015 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceM'wife may have posted a picture to Facebook, of me with a new bike. I am regarding it as a measure of how much California (or possibly m'wife) has changed me: because the other choice of colour was a gorgeous deep matt black, and I picked the vicious green. (I might've told Karen that was for safety reasons, for visibility. It certainly is very visible, I am just sayin'.)
It's also very light, compared to the previous chunky thing; it feels positively skittish beneath me. Tho' that's partly because the saddle is higher than I'm used to, and even then lower than the guy in the bike shop really wanted. I am leaving it as is for now, to see how I adjust.
It also has yet three more gears that I shall never use... (The old one has twenty-four, of which I use perhaps three. This has twenty-seven. It's just gear inflation for its own sake; around here, there really is no need.)
New bike! I'm very excited. And expect to be biking everywhere for a while, till the whee! wears off.
It's also very light, compared to the previous chunky thing; it feels positively skittish beneath me. Tho' that's partly because the saddle is higher than I'm used to, and even then lower than the guy in the bike shop really wanted. I am leaving it as is for now, to see how I adjust.
It also has yet three more gears that I shall never use... (The old one has twenty-four, of which I use perhaps three. This has twenty-seven. It's just gear inflation for its own sake; around here, there really is no need.)
New bike! I'm very excited. And expect to be biking everywhere for a while, till the whee! wears off.