(*Actual depiction of me crying to my bike after my first flat on Friday).
(**For those of you wondering if the endless onslaught of racing puns will ever end, I’ll answer with this:
“Why didn’t the bike cross the road? It was two-tired”
So, yeah, NO.)
The shop finally finished my bike the other day and, needless to say, I was thrilled!
I can’t remember the last time I was this excited to get something. And, I would have felt a little embarrassed about my
raging, uncontainable euphoria enthusiasm if weren’t for the fact that I was out of my mind with happiness. To give myself some credit, I did calm down long enough to pretend to play hardball with shop. I was adamant that I would not pay for the bike until I test-rode it (I’d already ridden an older version previously). ‘Cause, you know, I’m so knowledgeable about bikes I would really be able to know if something were wrong.
So after acting like I had any real bike sense, I took it for a ride,
wet myself a little with joy felt satisfied with the final product and took that baby home.
This is where things began to go downhill. But I’ll postpone the bike drama in favor of basking in the glory of my purchase.
First, as promised in my last post, I wanted to take some time to compare the “tiny” differences between my new bike (Trek Lexa SL) and my old bike (won’t embarrass the company by sharing the name).
Here’s a simple chart to sum up the main differences:
But, in case, that’s still not straightforward enough, I’ll explain them in more detail 😉
- Trek (Yet to be Named): 100 Series Alpaha Aluminum
- Buffy: Amalgamation of old Pepsi cans and concrete.
- Trek: Trek carbon road
- Buffy: Spork molded out of solid lead
- Trek: Shimano Tiagra STI, 10 speed
- Buffy: -15 speed, with stem shifters.
- Trek: Bontrager Affinity 1 WSD, steel rails
- Buffy: Wooden seat covered with glass shards
This section deserves it’s own mini-paragraph. Any woman who’s ever taken an interest in cycling can bemoan the dreadful–and, indeed, often, insulting–styles of women-specific bikes. I’m talking pink flowers and rainbows and unicorns. Or, perhaps even worse, if the company’s especially lazy, they’ll just take the super-cool looking male version of the bike and then strip it of all color/creativity and make a grey version. It drives me INSANE.
For instance, here was the standard version of the bike I got (no offense to those who like these types of bikes):
Observe all the pretty, pretty flowers! Oh, yeah, and the wonderful white seat and handlebars, because, OF COURSE, those are the perfect parts of a bike to be white.
So, needless to say, I was jazzed to move up from Buffy, which basically looked like a pink and white toddler’s bicycle with drop-style handlebars, to my new bike. (The darn handlebar tape is still white though!)
Now on to the not-so-great news: Literally within five blocks of gliding blissfully on my new bike, I got a flat!
It actually took me about ten seconds to register this–I think I was in denial.
Surely, surely, I’m just cycling over a rough patch. Because, god knows this brand new bike I just spent all my money on doesn’t ALREADY have a flat!
So, yes, after having ridden my old, crappy bike countless times with no flats or any problems, I only made it about two seconds into my new bike before the tire blew out. This totally makes sense. Totally.
Sigh. Anyway, after overcoming my frustrations, I went back to the shop to get it repaired. On the plus side, everyone was super friendly and the mechanic even let me watch over him so I could get a tutorial on fixing a flat (something I should have probably known to do before anyway!)
This is post is already gigantic, so I’ll end here and give you all an update my more successful rides later 🙂
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