Bi-Cycle-y goodness
Woo hoo, as it were. My plans for summer are coming together. Slowly. Very very slowly. But now I have a bicycle. It’s blue. It has two wheels, en’a seat, an’ lights, anna rack-y thing.
But mostly it’s a bicycle. An expensive freaking bicycle. And it’s mine, all mine, bwah ha ha ha ha!
So anyway, I bought this bicycle, right? and I got them to stick the stuff on it for me, so that I wouldn’t have to look like a total dumb ass trying to put it together without tools or mechanical ability. And I picked up a super dorky looking helmet that clashed with my hair and makes my skin a lovely shade of dead. And then I picked it up yesterday.
And learned that I am way the heck out of shape, and need to track down a copy of the road code thingy so I don’t get run over, or arrested, handcuffed… that kinda stuff. I’m supposed to make the bicycle happy with me, and break it in. First, I think I need to make me happy with the bicycle. Well, parts anyway.
So my new bicycle, let’s call it Bob, anyway, it’s this w00t, l34t mountainbike thingy. And it’s blue. Oh, wait, I said that already. Ok, so I’m kinda tall, so I needed a large bike, which is what Bob is. Bob is also a man’s bike, since I guess ladies bicycles don’t come in large? Well, here anyway. So Bob is a bicycle built for a man, even down to the high cross bar thingy.
This wouldn’t be a problem with anything else, I mean, the cross bar isn’t going to harm me (well, not irreparably, anyway), but there are a few things I can see a need to change. All of them are related to the seat, or saddle. Now, I’m going with the theory that Bob’s saddle needs to be broken in, like many things bought new (all off color comments will be ignored). And that’s not a problem. The front of the seat gouging the living daylights out of my soft girly bits, however, is a problem. As is the whole “me have bony ass, seat not built for bony ass” thing.
I figure the gouging I can deal with by changing the angle of the seat a bit. It shouldn’t *really* point up in the front, should it? and the bony ass-itis? I’m thinking maybe one of those gelly cushion thingies. And if that doesn’t work, I guess I’ll be trying out every overpriced saddle-thingy in my local bike shop.
You know, maybe bob isn’t a good choice. Maybe I should wait a while to name the bicycle. Ya never know, could turn out to be a ralph or mark, or hell, even petunia. Just my luck to get a manly crossdressing mountain bike.
Again, I’ll chuck in some photos if/ when I finish the roll. No action shots of me falling off tho.
j.
Tags: summer, Travel
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