some nice person somewhere painted my bike blue.
blue’s my favorite color
my bike says Felt
Felt is a cool name
reminds me of Soft and Smooth and Easy-fast No Effort felt.
i’ve got some nice race wheels
they’re a good and expensive all-around set
they say these tires are light and fast
the cockpit is upgraded to higher-end, internal cable-routing goodness and i cabled & wrapped the bars myself so they look good
it shifts neat
braking is good
the saddle works as well as you could expect and it blends my butt to the seatstays to the wheel to the bumps in the road
my bike fits me.
we’re in tune
my legs go straight up-n-down like pistons
i spin the cranks in clear circles
constant tension at all angles to the pedal
knees hug the top-tube
Shoulders relaxed, neck down, head up, hands laid relaxed across the shifters - like i’m holding cold noodles
computer says 26.4mph
i’m flying
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someone passes me uphill on a mountain bike with old aerobars.
my engine is weak
gotta work on it.
That’s a poem? This is poem:
A triathlon poem, written at home:
Swim is first and not my worst.
Second is bike, that I like.
Next the run, for me no fun.
And one more thing you can’t deny:
Your bike’s ok but your seat’s too high.