Contrary to the impression you might have at this point, bikes are not my life, just my escape from reality. My happy place.
And like the PRO chef who comes home and cooks nothing but Swanson TV dinners or the PRO accountant who's always behind on his taxes, it has been my sincere desire to leave my PRO nerdy self at work and keep my bike life fun. I don't wanna know how the difference between a 172.5 and 175 mm crank affects my experience, I just wanna feel the bugs hitting my face. You know, 'ride, Sally, ride'.
(Just so you know, it's okay for me to call me Sally, but not so much for you. I have a potato gun, don't make me use it.)
Unfortunately you can only fight the unrelenting power of the swirling eddy currents for so long before they suck your exhausted body underwater.
Yup, I'm measuring angles and dangles and wielding levels and protractors and krap after work, after dark, in my cold-ass garage. Normal guys are watching monday night football in the comfort of their recliners. Why can't I be normal, just for once.
I bought a metric tape measure to save time on conversions. What has become of me?
But more importantly, what has become of us?
Well, if strikes me that if you are all about being bored out of your skull, you won't need to change a thing . . . just keep stopping by. But I know that not many of you fit that description. So I suspect that you may find better places to spend your web-time.
But before you go, can I just ask you one question: Do you have, or have you ever had, trouble sleeping at night? Might I suggest 26InchSlicks?
(Hmm, wonder if my own blog will work on my own myself . . .)