Using the 1/2 hour before work for a quick zip around Indianapolis via the Cultural Trail is a great way to start the day. Showing up to work with a distinct sweat lines left from my shoulder bag creates an opportunity for ridicule. Try to remember that after a 45 minute commute in a minivan that doubles as a toy box, I too may be ready to lash out.
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| You're not stuck in traffic, you ARE traffic. photo from peci.org |
Today debuts the latest addition to my fleet: 2002 Bianchi steel frame. This was bought somewhat impulsively while mourning the loss of my 1984 Fuji (which was thankfully recovered, full story to come). This is the lightest of all my bikes thanks to the carbon fork and Campy components. While the paddle shifters make for smooth riding, the handlebars are a bit too wide for my taste. This and possibly a Brooks saddle are the only adjustments I foresee.
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