Somebody stop me.
First I bought this:
But to use that, I wanted the shoes:
And of course with the shoes I need the cleats and the right pedals:
I had a bad dream that I could never click into the pedals properly. You'd think I'd be more worried about falling down. But then I fell down. I had to literally get back in the saddle and get over that fear. I also started not being able to click in properly. Finally it helped that the local bike shop loosen the parts on the pedals that hold the cleats. By the way, if you bike with any regularity and without the cleats, I highly suggest getting the cleats.
I rode (without cleats) about 10 miles back in April. Cold, but I loved it, but really should have been carrying a water bottle. So I had to get the water bottle carrier:
After that ride, which was my longest on the road up to that point, I also felt pretty butt sore. I hadn't been in my spinning classes (I've been taking since January), so I thought I was fine. But, I had to go and buy the biking shorts with padding. (The matching shirt didn't hurt either, love those colors) Bliss:
I also had really numb hands after my first long ride. My friend loaned me some on the next ride, so I had to get my own pair. Got a mirror, got a carrier for the front of my bike and finally added a kick stand because I got tired of leaning the bike up against things.
Nobody tell my husband. However, since he's done reenacting in the past, I'm sure his bill for his two guns (here and here and this is not including his historic clothing or camp gear) came to more than what I've spent up to now. Maybe some glasses to protect my eyes? I already had the helmet.
Somebody stop me.
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