Started riding a bike again after my joints were reclassified
as junk by the orthopedist a few years ago. My first new
bike was an FS mountain bike that cost me the same as
my first new car did about the time I stopped riding at 18.
While it sings over roots, ruts and ravines it was ponderous
on the road and since the trails are a 45 minute drive from home
I figured a road bike would make it more fun to ride starting from my
driveway.
I was captivated by the retro philosophy espoused by Rivendell and
must have blabbed about it at home because my wife called them and
arranged to get me one for Christmas 2004 and I became the recipient
of a Ramboullet a few weeks later, hereafter referred to as Rambo.
(Exceeding the cost of my first new car)
My apologies to those who shudder at the name, but the roads and drivers
here on Long Island are not bike friendly and I wanted the tough guy with
me on my rides.
First I hung on the saddlebag, then the candy bag, all retro canvas
and left the camelbak for the trails. Then clipless pedals that I started
with
(since I love them on the mountain bike) came off to be replaced by clips.
Makes the bike say "Hop on" instead of "get ready."
Something worked because I'm on it everyday now.
Last night I put on fenders and today I tested them through the puddles
left from last night's rain. Outstanding, and very cute.
Naturally the serious cyclists around here don't ride with fenders but
I'm under no illusions about my standing in that group. I'm too chunky to
risk wearing tight flourescent spandex, though if I get back to my old
running
weight (it was only four years ago-sob) I'll be able to squeeze into my old
running tights and compression stuff. But the flashy stuff doesn't match my
retro nature.
The bell is on order and for now that will complete the nerdification of
Rambo.
I'm contemplating changing the dropbars for Rivendell's moustache bar since
I so rarely use the drop position and it will give me more hand options on
my daily
rides but that will mean reinstalling the brakes and shifters (bar-end
friction) and
then retaping the bars and I'm not an expert bike mechanic. But I've been
resurrecting
some vintage road bikes my kids have dragged home and I'll probably tackle
it
next year. The brightly attired pro's that decorate the roads on the
weekends will
no doubt sneer as they zoom past hunched over their aerobars but I seek
comfort
on my daily 20 mile workout and Rambo will no doubt approve.
JP