The Waning
It’s getting dark and the seasons are finally changing.
It’s harder to wake up, get up, get prepared for 50 minutes of hammering on the pedals.
We’re getting tired of changing bottom brackets, brake pads, tires, and bar tape.
Tired of pulling tape from our bikes and scraping mud from our toenails.
But even when the results don’t come, and every step forward feels like two steps back – “Sure, that race was one of my best of all time, but it didn’t feel like it” – the little things make the sport worth it.
The turning leaves; dogs (and roosters, and sheep) of cross; junior racers winning turkey legs as big as their heads; watching the pros fight it out, chased by long shadows.
Even far from home, and far from feeling at our best, we love this sport.
Gallery: Swashbuckler & Stoudt’s (with an interlude in Downtown Lancaster, PA)
The Dogs ‘n’ Friends of Swashbuckler & Stoudt’s
I mostly like cycling because I like stuff, and I like tinkering. The title for all of my posts here should be, “I made a bunch of mistakes so you don’t have to: [Topic] Edition.”
I’d love to review your product. Say hi: clay@tobedetermined.cc.
Last month, we said goodbye to the venerable Winifred “Winnie” Winston Churchill Vandivort, one of the great dogs of the cycling community in NYC and throughout the Northeast.