So I turned to my wife around 5:30 today and said, “Let’s go for a bike ride.”
She of course, being the person who rode in the ambulance with me on Memorial Day, 2006, said “NO F$%^&(G WAY!”
So I persisted, pointing out her sad bicycle, gathering dust in the garage. I got her helmet out. Told her she would lead, I would follow. No EPO mind-blowing sprinting, no deathwish maneuvers — she would be on her fat-tired cruiser, and I would be on my Bianchi fixed gear, the Legendary SnotRocket.
I made a wistful face.
She said yes. And off we went, one mile down to the sound, then back, poking into the side streets and down to the harbor at a torrid 6 mph pace. On the last hill, when I saw she was going to dismount and walk it up, I mashed on the pedals, stood in the saddle and cranked to the top like I had last been on a bike yesterday.
The camel’s nose is under the tent. A few more of these and before I know it I’ll be riding a Cervelo Team Soloist.
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Have you considered a Schwinn Starfire with kneeforks, Bendix brakes and a two-speed axle? Magnificent cruiser and newspaper delivery bike.