As suggested when I registered, I am introducing myself.
Pretty much the same story as a lot of others I guess. I used to ride MTB when I was younger, but fast forward 20 years and I'm maybe wiser, definitely fatter, and so out of shape it's outright pathetic.
The couple of bikes I have left appear to be made of rust. I'm trying to save them, been scouring CL and eBay for new kit for myself and the family, and then I bought this skinny Centurion thing. The Centurion will be first out of the gate as soon as the new brakes get here next week. Also, a Specialized Rockhopper should arrive next week for my daughter. The old Trek 930 is being set up to be dedicated to pulling a canoe on a trailer, and my old Spec Rockhopper Comp is being single speeded for the wife (who doesn't like the levers, and claims she can't tell the difference between any of the gears. We've been married going on 20 years; I just find the simple solution now.).
Still looking for a newer MTB for me, but kind of excited over this triathlon bike. It occurred to me, whilst looking out the window, that we've a lot more asphalt than MTB trails visible. And I remember my college roomate having some old French roadbike that I enjoyed riding, so my antique CF treasure is hopefully going to be my salvation.
To backtrack a bit, I went to college in New Orleans, didn't own a car, got around by bike. Loved it. Was putting in about 30 miles a day between work, school, going to my studio, grocery store (you have to shop frequently when a small backpack is your shopping bag). The bike was just a part of me; I didn't even feel it most of the time. On weekends I would ride all day if I was bored. I used to catch myself at stoplights, stopped, feet still in the clips, just balancing there.
Fast forward again: That should give you a bit better idea of why I'm disgusted with getting old and fat. Nowadays, I'm scared of the bike; the ground looks real far down there, and hard to boot. Keep worrying about crashing, etc. I'm sure I'll get over it, but geez I feel pathetic.
Anyway, I'm going to try. Feel silly about some of it, like those funny shorts (how do you keep from crushing your cigarettes in those things? ), and probably won't make it up the second hill the first time. And real not looking forward to the "butt hardening" process either, but at least maybe I'll die as fat roadkill instead of a fat couch potato.
To end on a positive note: Trued my first wheel last night and it came out OK. Whoopee.
Thanks for listening if you got this far,