This is a useful effort, and worth your time to complete if you want to understand how bicycles came to be what they’ve become. At its best, this book is absolutely delightful.
Unless you ride your bike year-round, the first sessions are about your legs, about the saddle, and perhaps about your hands. This part’s always painful, and that pain’s the reason many folks never get serious about bicycling. I’ve done this enough to know I’ll get past it; in a week or so I’ll find my comfort zone and start devising ways to train my heart and lungs. Those are more satisfying pains, and I’m looking forward to them.
This is the second, self-published, edition of the book. At the time of publication I thought it absolutely wonderful, and still think very highly of it; it summarizes very well how excellent cyclists think of riding.
The book itself is an amazing document; well-designed, informative, well-organized, and attractive.
Mom & Dad were about to leave on vacation–New Orleans, I think–when Mom handed me a couple twenties and said I should get my bike working while they were gone. Not sure what provoked the assignment, but it’s fair to say it changed my life….
Restored? What does “restored” mean for a custom bike whose components changed pretty much at the owner’s whim? Obviously I’m not returning it to original trim.
Watched the Olympic Women’s Road Race this morning, and had lots of fun. It was astonishing, though, to find Jeannie Longo leading the race early on, and fascinating to watch her control the pack late in the race. Veteran hardly describes the woman; she was that over a decade ago. Finished tenth! I suspect she’s a little different from most of us….