My Beautiful Mountain Machine
The Karakoram made its appearance last Thursday. We had a snow day on Friday, so I set it up and brought it outside, but I hadn’t yet inflated the tires properly.
Today I gave it some air and took it for a quick little test spin down the driveway, around the cul-de-sac, and back. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll take it to school; perhaps not.
It’s a nice bike: mannerly enough for my off-road trepidation, but also sporty enough, I suspect, to romp a bit once I build more confidence. The fit is quite nice. At first I thought I might want a more upright stem due to my pathetic little T-rex arms and short upper body, but now I think I’m going to keep the set up as it is. It is decidedly more upright than the Tenacious Tricross (and of course far more so than the Fearsome Fuji) without being a mamachari. Not that I’d mind something mamachari-like (but with gears, because my neighborhood is what it is) in the stable.
I will try to take pictures of it soon. Today the light is perfect but I am missing my mojo, evidently.
Tomorrow is my final final. After that I just have to submit a bunch of stuff for my Research Methods and Statistics class — sort of a final project thing — by Friday evening. Then I can get back to being a homemaker, spoiling the cat, and perhaps doing some riding just for fun on the Marvelous Mountainbike … errr … Crankin’ Karakoram? Big Bertha?
Who knows. I’ll come up with something to call it.
Timothy is captaining a gravel ride out in Commiskey on Saturday. I’m planning to hitch a ride out with him and to take the Karakoram. It will be fun to see how the new bike handles on the rough stuff, not to mention discovering whether or not I’m capable of making it go respectably fast. Given the fact that it has a saucer-in-front/dinnerplate-in-back gear combo and 100mm of travel up front (should I need it), I’m fairly certain I’ll be able to ride it up walls and over all kinds of stuff.
This depression is still doing a number on me, but I am doing what I can to mitigate its effects. Denis helps immensely, though he constantly feel as if he isn’t doing enough. The difficult thing about this particular depression is simply that I feel dead inside. I just feel sapped. I have not lost the knowledge that there are good things in my life and things in my future I should be excited about; I am just not capable of being excited.
Still, I am glad that I have bicycles, because riding helps keep the worst of it under control.
Now I need to go clean my kitchen and figure out what to feed my husband.
Stay warm (if you’re in the northern hemisphere) and/or cool (if you’re in the southern hemisphere) and keep the rubber side down.