Out today on my NEW BIKE
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New to me anyway. I've changed the pedals from the rat-traps that were on and had a bit of a fettle here and there (forgot to move the saddle forward
) Changed the Vittoria tyre to a Gatorskin and have put the Vittoria somewhere sensible. Changed the no-name thin tyre for another Gatorskin and put the thin tyre in the bin. Fixed the P in the innertube, properly, but put a new inner in the new tyre.
I just went out for a quick 5 mile pootle so didn't bother with a bottle cage (or bottle), or a snack. I just cleared off up the Boston Road and then turned towards the back route to Boston and thought that I'd whip through Mareham Le Fen and head back. However, the bike and my legs had other ideas. Before I knew it (I was not party to this decision, I swear) I was heading through Tumby, found a road where I had an 'ooh I wonder where that goes' moment - the main road as it turned out - turned back on myself a bit to take the New York road and then Eventually Dogdyke and Coningsby.
Now, there is an excellent bike shop in Coningsby called Cleveland Cycles. I bobbed in to ask if I could have the borrow of a couple of allen keys and one of the staff came out and fettled my seat a bit for me. It was a bit low and my knee was letting me know this, in no uncertain times. He thought that my new bike was a cracker. Asked how much I paid, so I told him and he said that it was lovely. Commented on how light it is too. We figured that the saddle would do, at it's new height, and off I pedalled after thanking him very much.
I decided that the pretty route home was the way to go, might as well make a half century. I was already soaked to the skin, but the sun had come out and I was steaming, gently. After a mile or so, it was clear that the saddle was 1/4'' too high but such is life. It's also way too far back but totally sortable.
Long way home was a mistake. By Woodhall Spa my bum and lady bits were having a major argument with the horrible 1980s saddle. It was howling it down and I was more drenched than a drenched thing. Cold and pretty dang fed up with the whole cycling malarkey actually. By Thornton, I was mostly out of the saddle, due to the pain, and wondering if I would ever be able to have sex again. By the time I was home I was pretty sure that my 'getting laid' days were well and truly over. 53.8km on my nice bike. Still called PeeBee (Purple Bike) but might be changed to Mr Purple or something as my ride buddy says that PB is his initials. I totally hadn't twigged that. I could suggest that he change his name but feel that may be frowned upon.
I have had lunch and had 2 massive mugs of hot chocolate. I've dried off and defrosted. I feel there is scope to maybe have sex, sometime in the next 6 or 7 months. Come back my lovely Selle Italia. I love you so much