Naively, I thought I would hop on a bike and cycle to France
Then as these things have a habit of doing, it all got a bit complicated.
I assumed I would go on the family bike…
Wrong, I had to buy an expensive hybrid. I wanted a Trek. So I got a Boardman. I didn’t want to get it from the Bike Hut @ Halfords because their bad rap precedes them in forum land. Then I got it in Halfords. So far, so not smooth sailing or cycling!
Now I am obsessed with the thought that my bike may not be a fit for me. It needs setting up properly. So what’s the problem you wonder? This proper “setting-up” means a trip to the Local Bike Shop (LBS) and I fear them. They know of what they speak and I am terrified that they are going take my money and call me an idiot! Or worse I am going to have to go back to Halfords and argue the toss with a teenager who may have sold me a bike with a frame that is too big for me 😦
Neither option appeals but the seed is planted in my brain now and away it burrows like a canker. It’s all so technical I can barely follow it myself when I have tried to research it. Have I been overbiked? With horses it’s easy to tell if you have been overhorsed. I have been overhorsed more than once. On my own dear nutty equine I looked like a pea on a drum and my legs would dangle rather ineffectually barely halfway down his flanks. Then there was Peggy-Sue, she of the bull-neck and forward-going disposition. It’s easy to tell on a horse you see. This bike is ok, I can touch the floor and handlebars at the same time, but as my back has started to hurt it can’t be can it?
I should have bought one of those bikes you recline in, they look much more comfy.