Posts Tagged King Ridge
I actually got to ride my bike today. She’s quiet again and shifts like a dream. Glad I took her in.
The shoes. They fit well. A pair of Shimanos, because they were on sale and had my size (admittedly not the best way to choose cycling shoes, but it was the best way I had time and money for). In a perfect world I’d have at least a few days to get used to the fit and dial in the cleat placement but I don’t so, you know…
I don’t have much else to say right now. I’m ready for the workday to end and for the weekend to begin. Here’s a little pre-Fondo walk down memory lane:
Yesterday, Sam asked, “how do you propose to conduct press business while you’re slogging up King Ridge?”
Perhaps I’ll just interview you as we ride.
“This is your third year riding Levi’s Gran Fondo, what keeps you coming back?”
“Honestly, right now, I’m not sure.”
“I’ll put that down as masochism.”
Of course, this says more about me than anything else.