I have a single-speed (currently fixed) bike with a basket, that I use for errands. You know the winter is wearing thin when you fantasize about riding to the grocery store on a fixie, wearing shorts, and no helmet. That’s right. No helmet. Sometimes I live life on the wild side. It’s also less than a mile, and the wind in my hair is worth it (but do flame me in the comments, because I enjoy that, too).
Our trails are currently sheets of ice. They roll pretty well under studded tires, if you’re so inclined. I’m wary of doing any damage myself, so I’m steering clear.
That leaves the road bike, which feels like a rocket sled after a winter spent pushing big rubber over hill and dale. The streets are littered with sand and salt still, a filthy mess that accrues at the margins and will rot your metal parts faster than you can say “sodium chloride is just rock salt.” Another challenge is that the snow banks, really ice banks at this point, have been melting and freezing over and over again, spreading thin black ice out from their edges, right where riders want to put their wheels. It makes for some dicey morning riding, followed by a mandatory bike wash.
None of this should be read as complaint. It’s simply the state of play, and I know what I’m in for, even as I pull my bibs up and tippy-tap down the basement stairs.
I stand there and look at my bikes. I love them a little (ok, a lot), and it makes me wistful to stand there. I should only ever always be riding all of them. You know?
But circumstances dictate, as they will.
And so, this week’s TCIF asks, what bike are you riding right now? Are you like me, hemmed in by environmental factors? Or are you right in the groove with one particular machine, and so you ride that one every time?
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