Advice I gave Helen early on.
Of course, I don't take my own advice. I've never been one for jewelry or other accessories. Do my glasses count? No one has ever accused me of being fashion forward. But I wanted better for my beautiful blue bike.
The other day I met my neighbor for a ride, came home, ran, went to yoga and then...the mail arrived with a package. Recognizing the address, I knew instantly what it was. Pedals for Helen!
I tried to play bike mechanic, but sadly, did not have the tools. I'm not insanely mechanically inclined, but I know my way around a tool box. Sitting in the driveway, frustrated, I put out a plea for help on Twitter and I learned that I was missing the all important "pedal wrench." So, buckling Helen into the backseat, away we went to RBM.
What I have learned, is that when I arrive at the bike shop on foot, they really aren't all that interested in me. (except the creepy guy who recently and randomly told me I had great definition on my calves...uh, thanks?) Show up with wheels and they can't be more helpful! Within minutes, bike mechanic dude had her new pedals installed and I was out the door. But not before he declared, "Dude, you got you some sweet pedals." I aim to please the teenagers, I do.
Later that afternoon, I headed to yet another bike shop, the one from whence Helen came, to get refitted for my bike.
When I was fitted initially, he told me to come back when I got my "real" pedals (his words) and shoes. I even took a shower for this momentous occasion (see the cycling, running and yoga from earlier.) Last time I was fitted there was a lot more touching involved that I anticipated. Not sure if that's how it's supposed to go down, but hey, if you could see the mechanic there, you'd let him too. Not wanting him to A. pass out or B. actually stick to me as he fitted me, I cleaned up for a change.
Ended up with a different mechanic and this guy was a HOOT! Hand on my hip as I pedaled, he actually said, "Awesome, I dig chicks with zero body fat." Um what is it with these bike shop boys and their awkward compliments? Maybe he's been reading Racing Weight too.
Anyway, he was NOT diggin' my pedals. (it's okay Greg and Derek, I'm happy with them!) But he let me practice clipping in and out for a good bit, chatting the entire time. I learned that he is from NYC, loves the Stones and actually races, in a velodrome. So coolness. After he was satisfied that I was sitting just right, he advised me to take Helen out to a field because, he assured me as has everyone else, I will indeed take a slow motion tumble. And what better place than public to do so? Awesomesauce.
So now, Helen has her new, pink, pedals, I've got click clackity shoes and a death wish, apparently.
Lord help me, I see falling in my very near future.
Oh, and in case you are wondering, yes I do in fact still run. Just not much to say about it right now other than, it's hot. And I sweat a lot. And I'm sloooow after training for El Scorcho. Trying to get my butt in gear for my next race...