So I decided that after a rough nite last nite and a scary appointment this morning, I deserved to do something for me.
I walked into a bike shop.
It said "BIANCHI" in big letters and next to it "BIKE SALE".
As I opened the door, I am greeted by a guy named Eric, who by chance is the owner. I tell him that I have never been on a *ahem* road bike before that my experience is limited to mtb. He shows me a Cannondale - no thanks. He shows me a Seven. "Um....Sir? This is my FIRST road bike". He shows me a Specialized. Dolce Elite to be exact. Beautiful. White with purple. Zertz and carbon. Sleek lines. Ohhhhhhhhh baby.
BUT!! Over to the left of it is the BIANCHI. "Oh wait sir! What about the Bianchi?" He tells me that that is the same as the Dolce, made in Taiwan, (MADE IN TAIWAN???!!?) and that it's hard getting Bianchis because he placed an order a few months back and who knows where they are. He goes on to explain that with a road bike, I better plan on riding long distances. I told him about my back. His face dropped and then he told me that riding road is much more easier, faster - yada yada - BUT in order to get something out of it, you must ride at least 30 miles before you can benefit from it. Hmmmmmmmm.
So he sits me on the Dolce. Immediately I grab for the brakes that aren't there. "Oh hey, they are up HERE." "Uhh yes ma'am. This is how road bikes are". "Is this a good size for me?" "Pick up the bike front and rear till it hits you" "What?" "Pick it up". I felt funny as he pulled the bike to make it even to the floor, making me jump a little. "Hey!" "Oh sorry. I know. It's different from mtb. Oh and this is how you work the gears." He pushed sideways on the brake levers and of course that freaked me out. "Where's the thumbshifters? There's no thumbshifters?" "Uh no ma'am. This is a road bike. Here, take it out for a spin". I sat on the bike and got dizzy just from the size of the tires against the linoleum floor. "No thanks". He looked at me funny. "But why not?"
"Well sir to be honest, I'm not sure if my back can handle riding a minimum of thirty miles in one position. I figure with an mtb I can be a little agressive, work harder, climb in the dirt, jump a little and be challenged a bit when around the rocks and roots. And I don't think I have to ride 30 miles to get a workout on a mtb. Thank you for the offer though." Silence. "Tell you what. If you buy the Dolce today, I'll knock it off $100."
"Ummm. Not today. But thanks!"
He gave me a card, some catalogs. As I left I realized that the experience of looking at the bikes didn't do it for me like it did when I was looking at the bouncy bouncy boing boings. There was no drooling, no *thunk*. Nothing like that. Matter of fact, I sensed fear when I saw those tiny tires.
This may be premature but other than my UMB, I think I'm a fat tire girl for life.