When man invented the bicycle, he reached the peak of his attainments. Here was a machine of precision and balance for the convenience of man. And (unlike subsequent inventions for man’s convenience) the more he used it, the fitter his body became. Here, for once, was a product of man’s brain that was entirely beneficial to those who used it, and of no harm or irritation to others. Progress should have stopped when man invented the bicycle.
I. Love. Riding. My. Bike. So. Much.
I can now ride for a few hours consecutively, although I haven't managed to do that for more than one consecutive day yet. (You people who do RAGBRAI amaze me.) Crossing the river for the first time was exciting. (I thought that getting on and off the Hawthorne bridge would be an ordeal, but it really wasn't so bad. Next challenge: different bridge.) And I'm learning about my bike, too -- slowly. I've figured out how to put the chain back on when it gets disengaged, as seems to happen when I look at it wrong; this involved not being afraid to touch the derailleur, so, you know, that was big. And I've discovered that I have an elliptical chainwheel. It's just barely elliptical, so you have to glance at it more than casually to know that it's not round. I couldn't tell you whether it really makes a difference or not, since I haven't had anything to compare it to, but it seems to be a good conversation starter. I'm starting to think that that's half the point of getting fancy stuff for your bike.
Used to be I didn't get how people could bike to, like, work -- wouldn't they arrive tired and covered in sweat and grime? But now it seems eminently possible. Similarly, I always used to feel left out when my cyclist friends talked about their rigs. Now I can actually join in. I'm definitely turning into a bike dork.