Sunday, June 13, 2010


So I bought a bike the other day.  Test rode it and discovered to my annoyance (but, alas, not my surprise) that my bike-riding condition is not what I imagined it to be.  Man, this stuff is hard.  I'm assured by men with big smiles that it'll get easier with time.

When I bought my first bike, it had ten speeds on one side, and two on the other, and I was very confused but pretended to know what I was doing.  Now I'm mature enough to not need to pretend any more.

"So one is the easiest?"


"And if I'm going up a steep hill and it's too hard for me, one ought to do it?"


"And for the other thingie on the other side, one again?"


"And what if that's still too hard?"

He didn't seem to have an answer for that.  Turns out the answer is you walk the bike, and for someone who's walked a 90 pound occasionally resistant dog, walking a thing with wheels and no resistance is no big deal, no matter how steep the hill.

And mostly, I did ride.  One-one a lot of the time, but ride I did.


  1. I call that low-low gear. It's not often needed in Michigan.
    Happy biking!

  2. Turns out I have a few things to learn about riding a bike. Thought I was all set with the know-how, but no, not so much. Am learning quickly, and one-one is much rarer than it was. Whew.