I had organized a “Dad’s stroller run” with some old running buddies. Got the wife’s blessing, kid buckled in with his toys and snacks. It was about a 45 min drive and we were going to hit some of the epic trails we used to frequent. Got there, said my hellos and popped the back to find out… I forgot the stroller.
I used to wear ankle socks before I found out it wasn’t cool. Long socks seem like it would just prevent cooling and give bad sock tans.
I laugh way to hard at the noob mistakes. I nearly needed resuscitation after seeing the guy with the baboon but from wearing his bibs inside out. I couldn’t stop laughing. I normally am able to restrain myself, but that picture, and some others since just bring it out… I do feel guilty, but just couldn’t stop laughing. Sorry…
Oh, I guess what helps me laugh so hard is because that one image, the guy looks like he’s being laughed at and not too happy with it. I wondered what he could do? Take them off and put them on right? And what if there was a skid mark?
I’m also really cheap… I keep breaking spokes on my XC bike rear wheel and just keep replacing them one at a time knowing full well it’s time to just buy a new wheel (it’s a really cheap OEM Trek wheel).
And I’ve only sold one bike, and regret it even today! It helped seeing it on the local rail trail, but I also had to stop the urge to walk up and snatch it back. It was a great bike, and I really didn’t ‘need’ to sell it.
Edit: Although I will say there are days that I just don’t have the mental energy to deal with traffic or wind or weather. Especially when my trainer is 10 feet away and I have a giant TV in front of me.
Yep, same. I’ll do it every once in a while if the weather’s nice, otherwise I’d rather ride indoors where I don’t have to worry about a driver killing me.
This is somewhat embarrassing, I guess. I store my bikes (3) in the garage. I also keep my beer refrigerator in the garage. From time to time when I go grab a beer, I will pause and admire my bikes. I don’t usually just glance, but actually stare at them. I love my bikes and think they all look and ride great. I’ve always thought that if you don’t stop and pause and look at your bike(s) - you might be on the wrong bike. Or, perhaps I just account for looks waaaay too much in my bikes.