Well, I finally rode the bike today.


It's still incomplete because it has not been a priority but dammit, it was 80 degrees out and sunny so time for a bike ride! In my regular daily duds, I tucked my jeans legs into my socks and set out. Front derailleur cable not anchored so I had the cage set in place on the middle ring, stem slightly off center, Fujita Pro saddle being a proper ass hatchet. Good lord, how could it hurt that bad within yards of launch? Toe overlap was distracting and Vibram soles not moving easily on the toothy plastic pedals. Shifted the rear a couple of cogs up and down, denim pants stuck to the recently Proofided saddle. Man, I was really out of shape, the reason we joined the Y to improve our fitness a bit. This bike will be finished lo-o-o-ng before I'm in good enough shape to get very far on it. Rolled up to my driveway and dismounted...and fell down. Toppled over like the tricycle guy on Laugh In is the best comparison. 'Tis but a scratch, as they say, but this happened in front of my hot neighbor. Of course.


Next outing will be more successful, I'm certain.