Julie and I cashed in some frequent flier miles after the holidays to purchase two mountain bikes.
I got her a Schwinn and myself a Trek. The logic behind this decision was that I would spend more time in the saddle than she would, therefore could use any leftover miles to buy something that she would like. It turns out the bikes were more fun than anything else in the catalog, now I wish I got her the upgrade.
The bikes were shipped to the house about a week apart, and we assembled Julie's in the living room. I am very fortunate to have married someone who has a high tolerance for this type of foolishness. I assembled mine in the barn. We took them out together last week down the road.
We got about 1 1/2 miles from the house and Julie was having trouble shifting and keeping up with me. So we traded bikes for the ride back to the house. When I seated myself on her bike and spun the handlebar to turn the bike around, the front wheel maintained it's forward facing direction while the handlebars twisted 90 degrees...Uh Oh, it was a good thing this happened while we were stopped. Apparently, the assembly directions did not include this vital piece of information. It would have been painful for Julie to go (OTB) over the bars on her maiden journey.
I rode her bike back to house very carefully and made certain the collar holding the handlebars was tight for the next trip.
Saturday, I had a list of projects that needed attention, but the weather was perfect for another ride. It had just finished raining and it was overcast. Julie was going to finish reading a novel she was working on so I went by myself. I had planned on going out for an hour, but I wound up going the 11 miles into town. The ride through the woods was incredibly quiet, except my huffing and puffing to clear the hills. The back roads are mostly gravel until you get about 5 miles from town and then it is a paved two lane road and the cars fly by really close to the white line on the edge. I wound up hitting the mud more than a few times to avoid having someone drive up behind me, talking on a cellphone knocking me into the woods. I also discovered several dogs along the way that wanted to either chase the bike or bite me, it was difficult to determine their motive. So I hopped off the bike, keeping it between the dogs and me and this worked.
I called Julie right before I got to town. I realized that riding back the same way was going be more challenging than the ride out. Not so much because of the hills, but the dogs and drivers and the fact that I hadn't riden this far since Reagan was President.
Julie met me at Wal-Mart. I loaded the bike in the back of the truck. We drove to the bike shop.
I needed to pick up a tool bag and water bottle holder. Julie and I spoke to the store owner for awhile, Mike Palmeri has been riding in the north Georgia mountains since the 70's. He has been instrumental in building several trails for mountain bikers in this area and is fighting developers to maintain access to these places. He invited Julie and I to join the Ellijay Mountain Bike Assocation. We accepted his invitation and are looking forward to the next ride with this group,
well, I am, Julie wants to make sure her bike won't fall apart.
I have to go and re-check her bike so I don't have to ride alone.
Take care family, when you are out driving and see a cyclist, give 'em some room.