Recently I've been thinking (and stressing) too much about my bike and its bits, trying to sort out noises, fiddling with awkward techy shit, thinking about what to buy next... Yesterday when I realised I'd damaged my new expensive cycling shoes, sitting surrounded by bits of metal and stripped bolts and getting angry with myself, I started reminiscing about when I used to ride a battered old racer every day without a single clue how it worked, what any of the parts were called, oblivious to any noises or just thinking they were meant to be there, and never spending any money on it. I almost think riding then was more fun than now, and I can never go back. Wah wah wah.
Recently I've been thinking (and stressing) too much about my bike and its bits, trying to sort out noises, fiddling with awkward techy shit, thinking about what to buy next... Yesterday when I realised I'd damaged my new expensive cycling shoes, sitting surrounded by bits of metal and stripped bolts and getting angry with myself, I started reminiscing about when I used to ride a battered old racer every day without a single clue how it worked, what any of the parts were called, oblivious to any noises or just thinking they were meant to be there, and never spending any money on it. I almost think riding then was more fun than now, and I can never go back. Wah wah wah.