So, awash with the praise of clipless pedals, I got on the
wagon. Threw down for a set of eggbeaters, which should be
here next week, and some shoes yesterday. After n years of
riding platforms on BMX and mountain bikes (where n is a
large number), however, I just couldn't wait to see what all
the fuss was about. So, looking forward to better spinning,
as well as avoiding the weekly meetings of my shins and my
pedals, I threw on an old pair of SPDs I had laying around
(they came with another bike), and decided to start tooling
around last nite.
I of course experienced the helpless feeling as I tipped
over (multiple times), with nothing to do about it. Truly
unique. I haven't had that "I'm going to eat [censored] in a
moment, please stand by" feeling in a while. Reminiscent of
speed wobbles when hauling ass on a skateboard, or realize
that you're not going to make a tranny. Anyway, so the grass
didn't really do me much harm, and I managed to get the
cleats in adjustment.
Rode to work today, and some 20-odd miles to run an errand
and back, with an extended detour to some flat trails out
by the Bay:
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It was a good chance to get a feeling for clipping in/out,
but it sure was a painful experience. I suppose that n is
just too large a number, or my "fly now, dab later" style
just makes staying in the pedals difficult, but I certainly
spread around whatever damage I was doing to my shins
before. I guess it probably wasn't a great idea to ride over
mixed gravel/hardpan doing wheelies with my new pedals . . .
should have learned my lesson doing the same thing last
nite. I managed to fall over the back, onto my hip and leg.
My shin already had a gorgeous scab on it:
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I'd show you the part where a rock tore through shorts,
boxers, and left ass cheek, but i suppose this is mixed
company . An additional disrespect to my leg was the fact
that when riding through close brush, I was unable to lift
my leg, as I could with platforms. I therefore felt quite
exquisitely any foliage that happened to be close enough.
Anyway, so many incidents and much pain later, I'm finally
getting the hang of it. I don't know how long until I'll be
able to dab smoothly, but hopefully it'll work out.
I will say that the power gained by being locked in is
great. I feel like I can strengthen a whole extra set of
muscles . . not to mention feeling at least 1.5 times faster
when I stand up and mash by pushing/pulling. That is a clear
advantage. The control while airborne is also fantastic;
it's nice to be one with your ride.
Maybe if the hip bruises well, i.e. turns cool colors, I'll
throw up a pic.
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cc