The temperate weather here in the midwest has drawn everybody to outdoor sports.
Like chess. This is a novel twist on the chess tables in the park.
I love watching young children playing chess. They take it all so seriously,
contemplating each move carefully, their faces get screwed into frowning contortions
for minutes at a time before they finally commit to a totally unheard of,
and completely illegal move.
But I was just out enjoying a mild ride through the wilds of a local trail.
Once again the Bosco Bars attracted some derisive remarks from another cyclist.
I know that, along with the fenders, they make the bike look like a fancy beach cruiser at first glance.
People never believe that I intend to ride 60-80 miles, but they just don't consider
that just because you are able to sit upright
does not mean you are obligated.
They never seem to realize the counter intuitive nature of reaching
an aero or drop position on the flats which are 3 1/2 inches below the grips.
Or that, by bending the elbows in a little,
I can reach full-blown fredly woohoo velocity!