Road Bike
My friends have been telling me for a while now that what I really need is a road bike. I believed them—sorta. But, consuming that belief was my fear of, oh, what's the word? Oh yeah, DYING.
This weekend I rented a road bike and took it out.
Let me just say: I'm sold. Granted, my bits are a little (lot) banged up, but for that I blame the seat. I'm definitely getting one. Not sure exactly when, but it will be soon. Very soon. Actually, maybe ridiculously soon, since the Apple ride is coming up and I want to ride it. What better way to get my cycling wheels than to ride 100 freaking miles on a scary brand new bike? Oh, there are probably a lot of better ways.
This weekend I rented a road bike and took it out.
Let me just say: I'm sold. Granted, my bits are a little (lot) banged up, but for that I blame the seat. I'm definitely getting one. Not sure exactly when, but it will be soon. Very soon. Actually, maybe ridiculously soon, since the Apple ride is coming up and I want to ride it. What better way to get my cycling wheels than to ride 100 freaking miles on a scary brand new bike? Oh, there are probably a lot of better ways.
posted by granola girl at 9:59 pm
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