Bike Journal #3
The view at the track is unfailingly pretty. Little waterfalls cascading between long vines and little mobs of morning glory, even on the far end of the road where the grasscutters have commenced their dastardly work. Now they've worked their way to under my window. I can her their machines BUZZ. They're scaring away the kingfishers.
Bike saddle without cover excellent. Stiff but can support bum properly, at least my fats know where to go. Made four rounds, would have done more but that my bum died anyway -- the saddle is kind of hard, so I went numb and this affected my riding a little bit. Travel sickness all but disappeared, but hat interfered with vision and gave me a little headache. Next time I'll just risk sun and freckles.
There was a crazy woman on a unicycle. Her legs went twice the rate at which mine did, but she was a bit slower than me. Her control was amazing -- she dodged kids on four-wheel bikes and baby-carrying daddies and a dog-walker with two leashes. My mum thought she looked comical from the back (hard not to, what if YOU saw a woman in stripey kneepads on a unicycle wearing a bright yellow shirt) but nonetheless, WOW.
Speaking of control, I'm getting noticably better at maneuvering. I can turn tighter corners and have learned to apply my brakes better to weaving around pedestrians. Used the bell for the first time today (at a bugger who was blocking the path making circles with his bike.) Passed the bike to my mum at the Pasir Ris end of the track and plodded home on a numb bum, feeling like a slowpokey landlubber. I think I have been converted.
Oh, and Grace was supposed to come down this morning too, but she overslept (again)!! My fault, I guess, for not calling her half an hour before 9. Although I seem to be managing quite well on my own -- for one, I haven't fallen off yet.
Bike saddle without cover excellent. Stiff but can support bum properly, at least my fats know where to go. Made four rounds, would have done more but that my bum died anyway -- the saddle is kind of hard, so I went numb and this affected my riding a little bit. Travel sickness all but disappeared, but hat interfered with vision and gave me a little headache. Next time I'll just risk sun and freckles.
There was a crazy woman on a unicycle. Her legs went twice the rate at which mine did, but she was a bit slower than me. Her control was amazing -- she dodged kids on four-wheel bikes and baby-carrying daddies and a dog-walker with two leashes. My mum thought she looked comical from the back (hard not to, what if YOU saw a woman in stripey kneepads on a unicycle wearing a bright yellow shirt) but nonetheless, WOW.
Speaking of control, I'm getting noticably better at maneuvering. I can turn tighter corners and have learned to apply my brakes better to weaving around pedestrians. Used the bell for the first time today (at a bugger who was blocking the path making circles with his bike.) Passed the bike to my mum at the Pasir Ris end of the track and plodded home on a numb bum, feeling like a slowpokey landlubber. I think I have been converted.
Oh, and Grace was supposed to come down this morning too, but she overslept (again)!! My fault, I guess, for not calling her half an hour before 9. Although I seem to be managing quite well on my own -- for one, I haven't fallen off yet.
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