So I've been relatively delinquent in my postings. Ill be
honest… this is theoretically a training blog. I haven’t been on the cancer chariot
for several days. Thus no new material.
After my ride Thursday last week I decided to 1) get my bike
tuned up, 2) invest in some shorts with padding in the butt and 3) Google “cycling
and chaffing”. So I took the sled into the shop (BikeSource in Clintonville…
good shop) and got it a tune up over the weekend while we were out of town. She’s all greased up and ready to go. White
lightening. Well actually blue, but the mental imagery is there.
A quick story on new things I've learned with a new
hobby. I asked the salesman about geometry of the chariot and how to make it
more efficient, etc, he suggests buying a new saddle. I quickly gathered saddle
= seat. He suggests, straight-faced, that Specialized has the only saddle
technology that takes into account “male bloodflow”. I’m picturing how this devise is set up, the
poor bastards who have to ride the machine and even worse yet, the technicians
that measure it and assist with placement of whatever measuring devices are
necessary. As I envision this setup as something
done discreetly behind closed doors (a “closed set” of sorts), salesman #2 excitedly
exclaims… “I got to see them doing those tests. Up close and in person!” Both I and salesman #1 stand mouths agape.
Silence. Both of us surely thinking, “what an odd thing to participate in”. Salesman
#2 then realizes the implications of this and exclaims, “They had shorts on”,
as if we imagined them peddling entirely stark-naked.
I imagine the technicians of this affair having a similar outlook
to those conducting radiation treatment on butt cancers. Just another day at
the office. Seeing people’s undercarriages, up close and personal.
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