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Jan. 10th, 2005 01:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elizillaI must be getting old and boring. I have purchased a device that bolts to the back wheel of my bicycle, for purposes of riding it indoors in the winter.
I had to do this. I have invested a lot of money in custom leathers and I would like it if I can still wear them, come spring. It was either this or give up chocolate. Besides, I'm planning to go to American Supercamp in the spring, and I'm sure I will like it more if I am less sluglike when I get there.
I'm sure this will be mind numbingly boring, so I bought a device to hold a book open on the handlebars. Maybe if I find just the right thing to read I'll be able to do this.
I dragged the bicycle out of the basement. I put it on the workstand and tuned it up a bit, and cleaned at least some of the dust off.
Sheesh, these tires are looking a little old and dry rotted. Oh well, if the bike is just going to sit in this trainer, why worry about that now? I can get new tires before I get out on the road in the spring. Just pump 'em up. My presta to schraeder adaptors are all missing. Where the hell is my special pump that does presta valves? Back to the basement, rummage rummage. Out to the garage, ah, there it is, on that high shelf. Bring it into the house, pump pump pump. 120 psi for the rear, because it's actually going to be making contact with this roller thing. 75 psi for the front because it's just gonna sit on a phone book.
The battery is dead in my cycle computer. I guess I'll have to count my cadence the old fashioned way until I get out to buy a new battery. At least the pickup is on the back wheel, so once I get a new battery I will be able to watch the miles accumulate, oh so very slowly.
I spent a half hour rummaging around the house trying to find my bicycling shoes, the ones that snap to these pedals. Where the hell did I put them? I finally found them in a plastic tub, all the way in the back of my closet, behind the satin dresses that only get worn once. The leather palms of my cycling gloves are stiff as cardboard. Did I ever really fit into these lycra bicycle shorts, size medium? I guess I'll have to wear sweats until I can find some new ones in size XL.
OK, finally ready to ride. The only problem is, I'm too tired! Argh!
I had to do this. I have invested a lot of money in custom leathers and I would like it if I can still wear them, come spring. It was either this or give up chocolate. Besides, I'm planning to go to American Supercamp in the spring, and I'm sure I will like it more if I am less sluglike when I get there.
I'm sure this will be mind numbingly boring, so I bought a device to hold a book open on the handlebars. Maybe if I find just the right thing to read I'll be able to do this.
I dragged the bicycle out of the basement. I put it on the workstand and tuned it up a bit, and cleaned at least some of the dust off.
Sheesh, these tires are looking a little old and dry rotted. Oh well, if the bike is just going to sit in this trainer, why worry about that now? I can get new tires before I get out on the road in the spring. Just pump 'em up. My presta to schraeder adaptors are all missing. Where the hell is my special pump that does presta valves? Back to the basement, rummage rummage. Out to the garage, ah, there it is, on that high shelf. Bring it into the house, pump pump pump. 120 psi for the rear, because it's actually going to be making contact with this roller thing. 75 psi for the front because it's just gonna sit on a phone book.
The battery is dead in my cycle computer. I guess I'll have to count my cadence the old fashioned way until I get out to buy a new battery. At least the pickup is on the back wheel, so once I get a new battery I will be able to watch the miles accumulate, oh so very slowly.
I spent a half hour rummaging around the house trying to find my bicycling shoes, the ones that snap to these pedals. Where the hell did I put them? I finally found them in a plastic tub, all the way in the back of my closet, behind the satin dresses that only get worn once. The leather palms of my cycling gloves are stiff as cardboard. Did I ever really fit into these lycra bicycle shorts, size medium? I guess I'll have to wear sweats until I can find some new ones in size XL.
OK, finally ready to ride. The only problem is, I'm too tired! Argh!
