Sorry about the infrequency of posts, but we had a fight.
It's all my fault I was looking at another, we had been going so well since the start of our relationship, but now I am paying for it. Yes I know all guys do it, it's instinct, you see something you like and the head turns. The hunter gatherer function kicks in, the head snaps to the location of what you want (even if it is only fleeting). Surely this kind of violence is not warranted over such a small indiscretion. These near mortal wounds inflicted in front of other people too just to add insult to injury… I swear it’s the last time I will look at a passing bike now matter how good the gear set is.
Yes my new bike and I had an Altercation, surely you think it would understand that only truly want to spend time with it, but it seems to get jealous, when I look at other bikes, well mostly their components, and don’t even get me started on the anger created when I get caught flicking through the pages of a cycling magazine, " I swear I only buy for the articles". Cletus never believes me.
Cletus such a lovely name for a bike, they were some of the first words we said to each other. I remember when I was in the shop, the attraction was instantaneous, sitting there, the Tiagra gear set reflecting the light, all alone in a sea of indistinct pedals and wheels. Then when we touched we knew it was something special. The power on the thrusts, the feeling of exhilaration, the little oily deposits on my shins, it all felt so god… But I may have ruined it all.
It wasn’t even my first stupid thing I had done in the relationship, the first was making comparisons to the ex, you know how much smoother the gear change was, how much more padding she had around the seat. That both of you let me wear lycra when we're together, all of which should have really been ringing alarm bells, but being the self guy that I am I refused to listen to the voice and I paid the penalty.
Riding out, our first time, I was so nervous I thought I'd end up doing it all wrong, or the ride wouldn’t be enjoyable for both of us. Questions going through my head like how many riders had it had before? But we both got over the nerves and began to enjoy it.. Then I looked, I saw another bike from behind, and wow… 105's thinking about it makes me drool. Cletus however saw this, and next stop, just as I went to unclip, I couldn’t get my foot out, I panicked, I ripped up, and up, but the foot refused to come out, I began to tilt, more and more, and then with an almighty crash down like a tree falling in the woods, down I came, 2metres onto my hip, on the asphalt, shielding my face my elbow took the rest of the blow, taking with it a fair patch of skin.
I learnt two valuable lessons that day, one never ogle other bikes, (at least in the presence of your own).
Secondly, move your foot to the right to unhook a cleat, not up, if not you look like a complete Bourke. This only gives you the option of writing a bizarre post on your blog about bicycles to try and face some face.
Since our tiff we have made up, we ride every day, and wow can it move… Hopefully in a couple of weeks dad and I can hit the road again.
Thanks for all the good wishes for my father, he is definitely on the mend. Not to mention driving mum nuts:)