When I got home yesterday afternoon, my wife and son were not home; I figured they must have gone grocery shopping. I doffed my work costume and put on normal clothes, drank some water, ate a handful of trailmix, checked the Razesa’s tires, and rode off feeling like I was playing hookey.
I could have stayed home and done something productive, but I thought a mind-clearing ride was what I wanted. Somewhere in the neighborhood of eight to ten miles I pedaled around this residential part of town.
The stretches that had formerly been difficult for me were pretty easy, yesterday. My standard pace has increased markedly. I continue to be favorably impressed by the combination of Shimano 600 Biopace crankset and MKS Lambda pedals, continue to be favorably impressed with the Razesa road bike.
Last month, I entered a contest to win a new bicycle. A cycling magazine invited entrants to submit a photo of their current or former bike and 150 word essay or statement explaining persuasively how a new bicycle would change their lives. But honestly, I don’t think a new bicycle would make me a faster, “better” cyclist or incline me to become an amateur racer.
I guess if I win the contest (and I will probably find out this week), I will have the Razesa in for restoration that includes down-to-bare-metal frame prep for rust removal and painting. If I don’t win, I’ll just keep riding. Downtube friction shifters are no longer a source of crash-fear-for-fumbling.
They won’t choose the winning entry until around 13 April