Bike 15 & 16
It was simply another day of drear. nothing remarkable. Lingering cold, almost dry streets, more of the same.
But Friday was a delight. Friday, I got my skyline back from the shop. Everything feels different -- better -- from the second my foot sends the pedal around for the first time. I love my summer/3-season bike. Life is better when I'm riding it. My legs have room to breathe, each pump of my pedals takes me farther with less strain, the bike feels less unwieldy and more responsive to my touch.
This is why I wait until I am nearly certain I shan't have to use the winter bike again before I switch over. It's too painful to go back to my winter bike, even for a few days, after reminding myself how good life can be on my summer bike.
But Friday was a delight. Friday, I got my skyline back from the shop. Everything feels different -- better -- from the second my foot sends the pedal around for the first time. I love my summer/3-season bike. Life is better when I'm riding it. My legs have room to breathe, each pump of my pedals takes me farther with less strain, the bike feels less unwieldy and more responsive to my touch.
This is why I wait until I am nearly certain I shan't have to use the winter bike again before I switch over. It's too painful to go back to my winter bike, even for a few days, after reminding myself how good life can be on my summer bike.
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