I'm a Cowboy, On a Steel Horse I Ride

I got an e-mail from one of my readers asking me if something was wrong because I haven’t been posting as much as I normally do.

Soup Nazi

I love this bike.

Most people don’t believe me when I tell them, but I am actually a long distance bicyclist, or rather I was. Nearly 3 years ago, I was riding my recumbent bike, a Burley Taiko, and I was attacked by a dog. I slipped in my stupid bicycle shoes and broke my tailbone on a curb. It still isn’t right, but doctors can’t really do anything about it. It really bothers me when I fly or take long car trips, but the rest of my life is unaffected. Well, that’s not true exactly; one of the most important problems with my tailbone is that it kept me from bike riding.

For the past year, I have been changing things about my life, and I have finally decided to move on. I will be gifting my Taiko to a friend, which was not a trivial investment at around $2300, and for the past several weeks I have been looking at upright bikes. The other day I was fondling a Cannondale Bad Boy, and the sales lady looked at me in an unusual way. In an attempt to explain, I jokingly told her that I felt like I was cheating on my other bike.

In actuality, this is the bike I used to ride 200 miles a week on. This is the bike that I rode centuries (100 mile rides) with my buddy. I was hit by a car twice on this bike and kept going. I finished one century bleeding profusely from the leg. This is the bike that allowed me to compete with everyone else because it didn’t hurt my back, knees, and wrists. This bike is a reflection of me: unusual, misunderstood (you should see the way people stare at you when riding it), larger than life, and totally bad ass.

Anyway, the sales lady asked “Why are you so attached to it?” I replied in a solemn way, “My bike is a her…”

Well, to make a long story short, I bought a used bike the other day. Actually, I practically stole it. I took it to the bike shop yesterday to have it looked over and asked for a kick stand. He looked at me like I was soft in the head and said, “Son, real bicyclists don’t have kick stands. It will add almost a pound of weight to the bike.” To which I replied, “Sir, do I look like a “real” bicyclist?” Anyone who knows me also knows that this is laughable as a pound of weight on the bike is the least of my worries. I can make that up by skipping a meal.

New Bike

2008 Specialized Sirrus

I got out on my “new” bike and rode about 10 miles. It was epic, a meditative experience. God, how I missed riding. I only wish my riding buddy was down here to ride with me.

My goal by the end of the season is to ride a century. In fact, I want to accomplish one of the most difficult centuries around, the Hotter ‘N Hell. It will take a heck of a training regimen including a fairly strict diet and bicycling nearly every day, but I’m going to do it. I’m on the internet this morning buying special socks, shorts, shirts, clipless pedals, etc.

My knees hurt this morning, the wrists not so bad, and I feel like I assaulted by that awful bicycle seat; but I will do it.

I can do anything.

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