It was a routine ride this morning, except for the occasional surges, some might say "attacks," by a couple of the guys. I was pretty much on auto-pilot today, both on and off the bike. At work the city has been busy digging up the curbside lane and sidewalk in front of my building, making it dificult to find a good spot to lock up the bike. The inside "bike room" isn't officially open yet, but yesterday I looked in the room and saw that they had finished installing the new floor and that there was a couple of bikes in there, so this morning I breezed past the security guards with my bike and locked it up in the bike room. First time since last August!
I had to smile last Monday when Jack, while lifting my bike to put it into his car out at Red Bluff, commented about how heavy it is. Granted, being a steel frame with standard Campi components and regular old 32-spoke wheels it's easily a couple of pounds heavier than most current racing bikes. The question is how much that actually matters. Not that I wouldn't like to be on a 16 pound bike, but unless I'm racing up a long mountain pass I'm not really feeling very handicapped in that department. It just amazes me how much people spend on bikes and equipment. Ah well, I guess if you've got it, you may as well get the good stuff!
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