tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087197.post115031892859208337..comments2023-05-12T03:19:16.087-06:00Comments on Slow and Tired: A Change of PaceJonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15352140534823209292noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087197.post-1150835624368705992006-06-20T14:33:00.000-06:002006-06-20T14:33:00.000-06:00If you're terrified to buy a whiz-bang bike, then ...If you're terrified to buy a whiz-bang bike, then maybe it's too soon. I found that my desire (and subsequent justification) for a nice bike preceeded my need by years. <BR/><BR/>It really depends on your situation. (What a cop-out answer, eh?) For me, I was logging lots of miles on a cheapo hand-me-down 15-year-old bike. I certainly felt justified, though now I use it the other way around. Now that I have a fancy bike, I feel like I HAVE to ride it all the time to justify it. <BR/><BR/>Which is okay by me.Jonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15352140534823209292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087197.post-1150320713075305102006-06-14T15:31:00.000-06:002006-06-14T15:31:00.000-06:00Man, those were the days... night riding without a...Man, those were the days... night riding without any lights. Mountain Biking without a care, or patch kit. We didn't seem to take everything so seriously. <BR/><BR/>I remember riding the drainage ditch above the Mall, you know the one made of cement, and calling that a good ride. Jumping all of the stairs we could find. To this day I am amazed that no one put their bike through the windows of the RHS' library after flying down the stairs in front of it.Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02831020497002806444noreply@blogger.com