Stupid Question - Two Bikes, One Rider
Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 12:19 pm
So, I can't believe this was so hard.
I picked up my roadie at the shop last night, which was all a great plan until I realized that I had taken myself to the shop on my commuter. Bike.
I didn't think it was a really big deal, because I had seen Real Cyclists tootling along casually, riding one bike, pushing another. Except when I set up to go, I found myself all in a panic because I couldn't get going and up on the saddle with one hand holding the other bike. It was like I was five all over again.
In the end (and if I find out you told anybody this, I'm going to be Really Mad), I had to go to a side street, prop the roadie up on the curb, and take a running start at it, grabbing the stem as I went by. Bike(s) and I wobbled the rest of the way home, and I have to tell you, the left turn when I hooked the commuter's bars with the roadie was, um, exciting.
When I got home, I suddenly had the opposite problem and had to ride up and down the block with the bikes until I found a dog walker. "Hey," I yelled. "Can you help me?" She nodded, bewildered. "Catch this bike!" ...and I rolled the roadie to her, stopped, took it from her with thanks, and waltzed into the house like I knew what I was doing.
Surely there's a better way. What is it?
I picked up my roadie at the shop last night, which was all a great plan until I realized that I had taken myself to the shop on my commuter. Bike.
I didn't think it was a really big deal, because I had seen Real Cyclists tootling along casually, riding one bike, pushing another. Except when I set up to go, I found myself all in a panic because I couldn't get going and up on the saddle with one hand holding the other bike. It was like I was five all over again.
In the end (and if I find out you told anybody this, I'm going to be Really Mad), I had to go to a side street, prop the roadie up on the curb, and take a running start at it, grabbing the stem as I went by. Bike(s) and I wobbled the rest of the way home, and I have to tell you, the left turn when I hooked the commuter's bars with the roadie was, um, exciting.
When I got home, I suddenly had the opposite problem and had to ride up and down the block with the bikes until I found a dog walker. "Hey," I yelled. "Can you help me?" She nodded, bewildered. "Catch this bike!" ...and I rolled the roadie to her, stopped, took it from her with thanks, and waltzed into the house like I knew what I was doing.
Surely there's a better way. What is it?