Still moving

Ride to the bike shop on Saturday, 1-hour spin class on Sunday.

Sometimes, no matter how cold it is or late in the afternoon it is getting, you just have to get on your bike and ride down the path to the bike shop, where you bullshit for 10 minutes with a guy named George who can't decide whether he wants to buy a road bike or simply new pedals so he can ride clipless. There, he'll tell you all about the time he lent his green beater to a friend while riding on Martha's Vineyard, and his friend ran it into a tree and bent the fork. Then, he will ride off, his seat a notch to high to make his pedal stroke effective, not that my pedal stroke leaves much to be desired

Then, since you must buy something, you will buy a new front derailleur cable for your steel beater bike because it is getting frayed. The odds of your having time to actually make the repair by yourself are slim to none.

Which begs the question, why write about riding when you can ride