Since I quit the whole smoking thing, I discovered that I have boundless energy and strange youthful candor.
Or something.
So I bought a bicycle. A “less expensive hybrid”, specifically, given that it’s been a couple of years since I rode more than once a year and the fact that the hills around here are steeper than a Guantanamo Bay prison sentence.
By “less expensive”, I really mean, “less than my car”. I spent over $300 on the cheapest bike they had. This was my targeted price range, but I still had expected some stuff you know, underneath it.
For instance, my last bike was a Huffy, which is widely recognized as a toy. Well, at least the sprockets didn’t get worn down after a month and I never had problems with the dérailleur.
This one is mostly problems. I find this kind of strange… If a three hundred dollar bike has n crappiness, then how crappy is a thousand dollar bike? 3n?
It gets me around, I guess.