Rollin’, rollin’ rollin’.

Yesterday, I pulled my bike out of the garage, where it’s been cringing all winter attempting to avoid chilblains, and hooked it up to the new trainer. So now I can: 1. put the seldom visited parlor and its rather lovely bow window to use, 2. keep tabs on whoever is walking along the sidewalk, 3. appreciate the gradual greening as spring comes on, and, of course, 4. pedal away like a demented gerbil, grouchily trying to make up for not being able to run.

I do believe I’ll sneak out for a short shuffle later this week, for old times’ sake, and I’m thinking the bod should allow a return to the pool so I can renew my battle to learn to swim rather than thrash.

Gotta keep them dogies rollin’.

Though on some days I prefer Sam Cooke’s more existential approach:
   Keep movin’ on, keep movin’ on  
   Life is this way  
   Keep movin’ on, keep movin’ on
   Everyday

Cool Bikings

Now that I’m forced to learn a bit about bikes, I keep running into things that amaze and delight me. I’m wanting a Brompton, for example, even though it doesn't really make sense around here. I just learned about these S&S Couplers from the Bilenky Cycle Works site.

The concept is either supercool or ridiculous, and as all my friends know, for me it would be ridiculous, because with my mechanical ability I'd never get my bike back together again. But for world-traveling you....

My actual bike, as opposed to my mythical Brompton, my non-existent trans-continental tourer, and my utterly fictional Yuba Boda Boda cargo-hauler is a simple Trek FX, soon to be semi-permanently attached to a Kinetic trainer for purposes of an early-morning hour of boredom before my walk. Neither amazement nor delight, but if I get a little unsublime increase in fitness I’ll be content.