Gosh, we get so caught up in the numbers -the meaningless numbers- don't we?
The miles, the speed, elevation, grade, cadence, heart rate...
OK, may be that last one isn't so meaningless. Not for me, anyway.
Sometimes we forget the sheer joy of just... duh... riding
I needed new brifters on my LeMond. Couldn't really sell it with busted brifters.
$300 later they're all fixed. But... I can't get that money back.
It's not like I can pass the cost on, right?
So all I can do, really, is get my 300 bucks' worth out of 'em and the kind of eat the cost.
I've been riding the Reno quite a lot around town lately but since I was selling it, I stripped off the computer and now I ride with no concept of any of those numbers.
I'm just riding to ride and, you know, I'm kind of enjoying it more.
No computer to look at; I just look more at my surroundings.
No miles to count, no "here-to-there" to worry about so I just go where ever on a whim.
I just keep a pace that feels comfortable.
I needed an easier ride today after yesterday's double climb of Sharp Park Road so I just did what felt good. It's nice. I like it.
Riding just to ride. What a concept.
I'm also rediscovering that the LeMond is a nice bike.
I'm kind of getting to know it all over again.
Heck, it's already all paid for (as is the Giant) so why was I looking to sell it?
The Giant needn't worry, though... it's in noooo jeopardy, at all.
There's a reason -a very apparent reason- why it was double the price tag of the LeMond.