First Spring Ride: What I Always Forget
Getting back on a nice, sleek road bike after months and months of riding a laden-down, upright commuter festooned with mirrors, bells, lights and cargo bags is like getting into a race car after months of driving a minivan.- My commuter shoes clip in way, way easier than my road shoes. Not sure why that is.
- I get a swig of salt and sand with every drink of water. Free!
- My new Garmin vest is sweet, and timely, because I’m not sure wearing a Postal vest is considered correct any more.
- Almost-spring sun and 50 degrees feels really, really good.
- That’s not surprisingly good form, you idiot. It’s a tailwind. As you’ll find out when you turn around.