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Fill the shoes with Goldbond powder so there's no need for socks and head out. The ample holes allow the wind to circulate my toes, which is refreshing and freeing, a lot like a skirt on the first day of spring (at Tech, winter dress is fairly androgynous, so you mostly guess gender based on the colors, but nuskool guys often wear pastel colors, which is totally gay. But on the first warm day, girls get out the summer dresses, and all the guys get faraway looks in their eyes and murmur about their summer girls.) (Also, at Tech, nobody worried too much about looks and I like the swishiness and breeze of skirts. (long) skirts have little to do with gender, it is a silly cultural norm that associates the two.)
Anyway... Breeze in my toes, I took my new bike. The first mile or so is a consistent uphill, enough to really tire me out in a 46:15 gear, but flat enough that I feel bad about it wearing me out. Get out of the saddle and it is so squirrelly.. I am higher up, sitting up straight, the wheelspan is shorter, the wheels are smaller, the handlebars are taller and wider, so it feels like the bike is counseling me to turn more than I really ought to. Even sitting down, the granny seat with squeaky springs feels strange, and too far forward for where the pedals are. The handles are just old bike tubes wrapped around the metal, which I think looks good, and handmade, but they also make your hands smell like rubber.
On the sidewalk, the ramps for crossroads don't face across the crossroad, but into the main highway, so I have to ride over some bumps, but I am still bad at that because you get used to just standing up and taking things like that, or hopping your wheels up, but you have to keep cycling to do anything. I like it. I got some beer and some tomatoes and stuff though, pretty cool!
Anyway... Breeze in my toes, I took my new bike. The first mile or so is a consistent uphill, enough to really tire me out in a 46:15 gear, but flat enough that I feel bad about it wearing me out. Get out of the saddle and it is so squirrelly.. I am higher up, sitting up straight, the wheelspan is shorter, the wheels are smaller, the handlebars are taller and wider, so it feels like the bike is counseling me to turn more than I really ought to. Even sitting down, the granny seat with squeaky springs feels strange, and too far forward for where the pedals are. The handles are just old bike tubes wrapped around the metal, which I think looks good, and handmade, but they also make your hands smell like rubber.
On the sidewalk, the ramps for crossroads don't face across the crossroad, but into the main highway, so I have to ride over some bumps, but I am still bad at that because you get used to just standing up and taking things like that, or hopping your wheels up, but you have to keep cycling to do anything. I like it. I got some beer and some tomatoes and stuff though, pretty cool!