Hi, I'm Colleen and I love cycling. I'm 46 but I'd like to hang out there too, may I please? I'm happily married to a wonderful man who supports my endeavors, and I have 4 wonderful kids. I'm a mild mannered nurse by day, obsessed cyclist all other times.
I love to ride my bike. I got more serious about cycling last August when my oldest went off to college and I hit yet another mid-life milestone. Rather than sitting around feeling sorry about things, I got a new bike and started riding.
Then I joined a club with some fantastic people who love to ride. Most of them make my obsessive compulsion to ride seem mild by comparison.
Then I started buying all kinds of crazy cycling clothes. A gore jacket so I could ride all winter. Bike shoes. New pedals. A pack for my handlebars. A computer, then another computer. Funky, fun sox to match the jerseys. Hi-vis vest. A little bell w/a compass. Arm warmers, leg warmers. Wool base layers. Gloves. Great head coverings called a "buff". Crazy expensive shorts, knickers, tights. And after all this, I still feel like I've exercised enormous restraint.
Here is it early June, I've got 2,000 miles for the year.
I'm going on a bike tour in two weeks, GOBA.
When I get back, Lord willing, I am getting a fitting for a new, better bike. A serotta fierte, in steel, yellow.
I have been lurking here and you all seem so nice!