I took my laundry rack for a ride last week. He hates it when I call him that but that’s been his unfortunate life for the past two months. His real name is “Jake” a.k.a. “The Beech Circle Special,” a.k.a. “The Bike Dave Gave Me.”
In my 29 years of two-wheeled experience I have ridden dirt bikes, BMX bikes, mountain bikes, banana seat bikes, Harley Davidsons, trials bikes, single speeds, “29ers” and unicycles (not good at math) but I have never once thrown a leg over a road bicycle. You know, the ones with skinny tires piloted by people with spandex painted thighs. Until Jake showed up in September. He was immediately put back together after his trip in a box from Potsdam to Atlanta but was denied feet (pedals) and cast to the bedroom where he rested up against our “his” and “hers” clothes hampers. Poor guy. My aversion to bright colors, aero-dynamics and shaved legs stood firm and Jake’s step-brother, an unnamed GT iDrive mountain bike, took all the fun.
But now a triathlon looms and Jake’s services are needed. He took his first tour of Atlanta last Friday, a 16 mile out and back down the Atlanta-to-Stone Mountain Path. Stunned! I can’t believe how much energy I have been wasting all these years by riding a mountain bike on the road when bombing around town. It’s like swimming laps wearing a poncho and rain pants vs. a speedo. The Jake, which doesn’t (yet) even have the true skinny “roadie” tires was so nimble, fast and light. And he’s especially excited because not only is he getting action, he’s about to get a little sister, name TBD.