I rode the crazy blue bike in this morning.
After riding the High Life on Wednesday, jumping back on the bike with a basket, rack and pannier felt slow, heavy and sluggish. And there wasn’t even a head wind.
The trip home felt normal again.
But the most important thing, I got to use my bell. Seeing that I usually don’t ride on the bike path and there aren’t a lot of pedestrians on my route, I rarely get to ring my bell. Fortunately, today an old high school friend whose house happens to be on my route was outside so I was able to ring my bell, not just once, but twice to get his attention and wave as I flew by at five mph.
Speaking of bells, this weekend the plan is to ride my bike. The wife and Prattipus’ wife planned a little excursion across the border and I am planning on following suit. Of course, Prattipus is stuck at the shop so he gets to pick us up. At which time I plan on being completely toasted…
On a side note about bells, DD is in town and we will be doing a ride tomorrow after work. If you’re interested meet at the Service Center around 6ish.
Bells are good, unless they are being wrung during business hours inside the confines of a bike shop. In that case they make me want to kill you.
Thanks.