Lazy Legs

God, I need to ride. I managed to get out twice on my road bike for quick rides over the weekend. I keep telling myself that it's all because I'm going on the 3-day, 300km Trek Across Maine this weekend with my cousin in Maine. It's not good to exert for a while before a long ride, right? Like 3 or 4 months, at least. This will actually be the longest ride I've been on since freshman year of high school, and I'm excited to try out touring again (except with support vehicles taking my bags).

The road bike is much less interesting than Aretha, doesn't even warrant a name. It's a late-80s Fiori Roma that I bought for $160 at the beginning of the last school year to have something better than the Schwinn Ranger 2.6 that was my previous daily Toronto steed. This wasn't actually supposed to be the bike I was going to ride on the Trek, I was going to bring a Specialized Allez from home. But when it came time, I decided I could only afford to bring one bike back here from home and Aretha obviously had no contest. So, I'm riding the 28(ish)-pound, 12-speed, semi-indexed Fiori for 180 miles over three days. Maybe in a week it will deserve a name. Or I will have to have ass-replacement surgery. Either way, I'll write about it here.

Don't give me that look, I can feel your look.