Well, after deciding in March that I would like to fix up my bike and start using it to commute to work, I then had a prolonged bout of procrastination (a specialty of mine ), and basically fannied about instead of getting the thing working again.
Tonight, I finished it, or rather, got it rideable. I had a fair bit of trouble with the front derailleur, and could only access two of the three chainrings. However, after much fiddling, I managed to adjust it so that it would only work on the middle one
So, with the rear gears working fine, I dug out my old hi-vis jacket and thermal longs...and out I went.
It's been 5 years since I last rode it, and other than some erratic steering (something I wasn't expecting as I ride a motorbike every day) I set off down the street.
I decided on a circuit of just over 2 miles, which is fairly flat....and after 1 mile I thought it was going to kill me!
I didn't really need my lights as I think my red face was lighting up the streets ahead of me. I didn't need a bell either as my wheezing was immense. Got home, staggered in, plonked the bike in the hallway, pulled my coat off, slurped down half a glass of squash, decorated my t-shirt my the other half, lay down, and slept for 2 hours
Now, I was expecting the wheezing - I'm a smoker and hoping cycling is going to help me quit - but I wasn't expecting to feel so utterly awful. I know I'm overweight and unfit, but even so...
I had left the house thinking if the bike works ok on one chainring, I may cycle to work tomorrow, but that's not an option as that is 8 miles and hilly (and I can't really have a kip when I get to work).
So I suppose it's a case of keep doing that route 4 or 5 times a week (or more if possible) until my lungs stop trying to escape.
Meh!
Tonight, I finished it, or rather, got it rideable. I had a fair bit of trouble with the front derailleur, and could only access two of the three chainrings. However, after much fiddling, I managed to adjust it so that it would only work on the middle one
So, with the rear gears working fine, I dug out my old hi-vis jacket and thermal longs...and out I went.
It's been 5 years since I last rode it, and other than some erratic steering (something I wasn't expecting as I ride a motorbike every day) I set off down the street.
I decided on a circuit of just over 2 miles, which is fairly flat....and after 1 mile I thought it was going to kill me!
I didn't really need my lights as I think my red face was lighting up the streets ahead of me. I didn't need a bell either as my wheezing was immense. Got home, staggered in, plonked the bike in the hallway, pulled my coat off, slurped down half a glass of squash, decorated my t-shirt my the other half, lay down, and slept for 2 hours
Now, I was expecting the wheezing - I'm a smoker and hoping cycling is going to help me quit - but I wasn't expecting to feel so utterly awful. I know I'm overweight and unfit, but even so...
I had left the house thinking if the bike works ok on one chainring, I may cycle to work tomorrow, but that's not an option as that is 8 miles and hilly (and I can't really have a kip when I get to work).
So I suppose it's a case of keep doing that route 4 or 5 times a week (or more if possible) until my lungs stop trying to escape.
Meh!