Fast ride to nowhere
Today when The Wife said she was going downstairs to run on the treadmill, I figured this was a great time to set up the trainer and go for my first real training ride. Setting up the trainer was real easy. I mean, there were no instructions, but how hard could it be? You set the bike in the rack, screw a couple of bolts towards each other, adjust the tension on the wheel, whatever. This is easy. I was off. Well, no. Actually I wasn't. I was just pedaling and not going anywhere. It was awful. But at least I had The Wife there. I was biking. She was running. Both going nowhere. And we had her absolutely horrible play list of Pop 40 hits that all the cool kids are listening to. Just as I started to contemplate whether I'd rather be stuck in an elevator with Cardi B, Imagine Dragons, or a leaking canister of cyanide gas, it happened. With no warning, The Bike inexplicably fell out of the trainer and collapsed to the side. Lucky for me, I had not yet mastered the whole "bailing out of clipless pedals" yet. So I also went down with the bike. Luckily, there were no injuries. After laughing it off and figuring out how to PROPERLY secure the bike in the trainer, I was back in the saddle. The mildly uncomfortable saddle.
Blazing Saddle...And Thighs
With the first few miles behind me, I am happy to be on my way to killing this WAM charity ride for Make-A-Wish Michigan. Hopefully that stupid groundhog was right and I will be headed outdoors for some actual bike riding soon. In the meantime, check back often for updates. And please consider donating to help critically ill children realize their dreams.