Road bikes. They're fast, sexy, calorie-burning machines that can't wait to set your thighs ablaze and hurdle you through the fresh country air or smog filled streets. And by fresh country air, I'm referring to the lush scent of actively composting Holstein excrement, at least here in Central WI.
I would have never anticipated myself becoming an avid cyclist, or at least moving towards a pattern of behavior that could possibly be described by that term. Yet I have been bitten by the bike bug. Two years ago I had decided to sign up for a triathlon. I could swim, I could run, and I really liked spin class, so I could bike, right? Such an assumption.
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