Rob asked me if I got on (any kind of) machine yesterday and I may have said no a bit defiantly. He replied, Okay. I guess we will have to draw out a schedule for you. Did I detect both disappointment and the merest hint of sadistic glee? Hmmm... He later asked me if I was getting scared. Scared? Was he f'g kidding me? Uh...um...no. I told you it was going to get more undignified.
Of course...Yours truly was trying to be a bad-ass by showing off some research. I asked him if I should get a comfort bike or a hybrid kind and that I didn't want to spend more than $500 to start. He said I could get an affordable comfort bike. I searched on a popular sporting goods store online; I couldn't find what he recommended: Women's Trek 7.2 FX WSD so I asked where I would be getting it. I was told, No, you're getting it at Oliver's. His favorite bike shop is a few miles up the road from me. They can give me the right size frame and fit the bike to me. Can you believe it? If I want to start playing with the big boys (in this sport - ha!) I have to get properly geared out. Jeezus. Pretty soon, I will be wearing my own disco kit*.
*Rob's term for flashy overdressed/geared cyclists on the road. FYI - Lance Armstrong has not worn a disco kit. AGOL might wear one though. Why be boring?
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