I rode the new coaster cruiser today. With backpedal brakes and automatic 3-speed shifting, it’s quite a different way of riding from my other sets of wheels. Gary rode his red Sid cruiser, but his shifters aren’t working. We didn’t really notice the problem yesterday when he rode next to me as I ran, because of the slower speed. Yet somehow I ran a little under 9 minute pace, which is partly because it had been six days since my last run– the 10 miler. That 10 miler pooped me out, which is kind of a bummer. I think I’ll stick with more frequent, shorter distances and see how that goes.
The strangest part of that run was when a truck turned onto the road we were on then promptly ran off the road. He didn’t hit anything, but he had plenty of room to make the turn. We weren’t even taking the whole lane on the other side, so no excuse whatsoever. Gary’s convinced that the cause of the almost accident was the dude looking in his rear view mirror at my butt. I guess that theory could explain the chain of events, but getting distracted by an obviously pregnant woman’s butt in running shorts with her husband riding a bike next to her is kind of desperate. Gary’s response, “There are so few babe watching opportunities around here, you take what you can.” Oh my.
But back to the new bike, I still really want a cute basket for the front and found one online that I liked, but we thought it best to check out the local Target to see if we can find something local that fits the bill. No such luck. All they had were itty bitty baskets with pink stripes. Yes, PINK. Forget that. Sure, I want girlie flowers on my basket, but not in pink please.
So Gary’s riding his not-really-singlespeed today and spinning like a crazy man while I’m pedaling super slow to convince my auto-shifter to gear down. I finally get the hang of how to best pedal, brake and handle the Nancy, sort of. It’s not a racing bike, that’s for sure. Gary’s speedy spinning is pretty funny, but not as funny as him complaining about his sore quads once we got back home. Now THAT was some good humor right there. Yes, fellas I’m sore from riding my new cruiser bike with my pregnant wife. Oh woe is me. The Crumpler’s always good for a laugh around here. I think I’ll keep him. Love ya honey.