|That Magic Moment||RandyMH|
Aug 1, 2001 7:13 AM
|When I bought my bike a month ago the Cannondale R400 was the bike that fit into my budget at the time, actually it was over the price out set out willing to spend. But after looking around I knew the CAAD 3 frame was nothing to shake a stick at, and I could always upgrade the components if I choose too. So, instead of waiting to buy a bike with better components I bought the R4. From the time I picked up my bike I would go over and look at the R600 and some of the 2002 model C'Dales and other high priced bikes wishing I could have gotten one of those instead. After going out riding in places where other bikers were I started to gain this inferiority complex about my R4. As I rode I would see others go by with these beautiful Colnagos and other top of the line bikes, I would think man wish I had one of those. Even the idea of having this new style oversized frame made me feel different.
Yesterday I was finishing up a 20-mile ride and decided to really push hard to the end. As a more experienced rider was passing me, I dropped a few gears and fell in behind him. He still pulled away but I just kept grinding. It was about 8:45pm the sun was just setting and no one else was around me. All of a sudden I got this calmness, even though I was grinding harder then ever. All I could hear was the hum of the tires. The more I asked my bike to do the more it did. It was just me and my bike. At that point I looked down and all of a sudden loved my bike. I loved every part of it, from the crappy Sora Package to the simple black and yellow paint job. I have 291 miles on my bike and until today I would spend a lot of time thinking about buying new wheels or changing the derailleur, anything to make my bike better. Today none of that matters. I'm sure all of that will come back, but at least for today my bike is as good to me as any other bike in the world.
The one thing I hate about all of this is I loved new experiences. There is nothing in the world better than experiencing something wonderful for the first time. Now that experience is gone, I'm sure others will come along but that one is gone.
Just thought I would share, in hope some of you that take this so seriously will take time to remember that experience.
|re: That Magic Moment||MikeC|
Aug 1, 2001 7:53 AM
|I sure do remember it. Except my ride was a British-made Raleigh, and I was following three guys on matching Campy-equipped Bianchis. And it was 1969!
Anyway, cherish that moment. The differences between what you have, and the absolute top of the line all fall within a couple percentage points of absolute performance, and it's in those few percentage points that it gets very expensive to wring out quantitative improvements. However, as you gain experience, those subtleties will become increasingly noticeable and important to you. You've taken a bite of the apple, and there's no turning back now!
PS-Very few people are going to bust on you for being a new rider on an honest entry-level bike, and those that do are just jerks. It's the pretenders who can't live up to their $4000 machines that take the real heat.
Aug 1, 2001 7:55 AM
|and remember, it's not about the bike. We all suffer from Bike Lust, it never ends, so just enjoy what you have, learn what you like, hoose what you need & have fun!|
|re: That Magic Moment||LowCel|
Aug 1, 2001 9:17 AM
|Hi, I just wanted to say that I experienced the exact same feeling a couple of weeks ago when I was riding.........all of a sudden everything just felt natural, almost like my bike was made for me or something like that.
I went shopping for a road bike basicly to help me train for my mountain bike. While I was shopping I fell in love with a couple of bikes, but alas, I had to come out of my dream world and buy what I could afford. It ended up being a LeMond Nevada City. I kept trying to figure out what to upgrade, then it hit me..........I didn't buy this bike to win the Tour, or to win anything else for that matter, I bought it for training, hence to get into better shape, and you know what.........that's exactly what I'm doing, and I'm having a great time doing it. One of the really great things about this bike is the fact that I'm getting just as good of a workout as the other guys I ride with if not better since I am hauling around a little more weight. Plus I'm getting this exercise for 2 grand less!
|: - ) NM||Haiku d'état|
Aug 1, 2001 9:45 AM
|somebody hand me a tissue!||nm|
Aug 1, 2001 9:47 AM
|Next Magic Moment||Lone Gunman|
Aug 1, 2001 10:25 AM
|I forsee your next great/big experience is completing a century. I can still remember my first, on my 35th BD. Beautiful warm fall day and didn't know if I could finish. I had taken the Bicycling Mag Century Challenge and completed.|
|My Bike Zen||Whatever|
Aug 1, 2001 11:04 AM
|I pass through three progressive states on a good ride:
State One: It is just you and the bike. Exchanging pleasantries, checking out each other's mood, and getting settled in for the ride ahead. The road is there, but just barely.
State Two: It is just you and the road. The bike is there, but not really. It is like a good pair of shoes that you are not even aware of...just an instrument that you use to communicate with the road. You smell the sweetness of flowers growing alongside the road. You feel the change in air temperature splashing over your body when you move from sunlight to shade and back. You hear the rustling of unseen critters in the bushes. You experience the road like motorists never will, insulated from life in their steel coffins. You experience the road like a pedestrian might, only faster...with an oncoming rush of sensations that blurs hard lines and melds the elements into an integrated whole that is more than the parts. Like great food. And you understand why dogs love to hang out of car windows.
You've been out for a while, and realize that the road and the bike are one, and have been for quite some time. And they are getting along just fine without you. You are somewhere else entirely, lost in your thoughts. Meditating. Your cadence, your breathing, your power, your pain, the hissing of your tires on the road, and the feel of the road through your hands, feet and seat are your mantra...that singular focus of your concentration so intense that it moves you over, through, beyond the worries and stress of your everyday life. You pass over your problems like you pass over small leaves on the road. You brush them aside like you brush debris off of your tires. The ride is good.
|NICE! Absolutely sums it up for me, too!! Thanx! (nm)||RhodyRider|
Aug 1, 2001 11:58 AM
|I like that enough to steal it! Thanks! (nm)||Len J|
Aug 1, 2001 12:04 PM
|My Bike Zen||DINOSAUR|
Aug 1, 2001 2:39 PM
|Aye laddy, well said!! My old 59 year old body feels stage three on every ride. Riding is good for the mind and spirit. There is nothing on earth I would rather be doing.....|
|re: That Magic Moment||Lone Gunman|
Aug 1, 2001 5:28 PM
|Just curious. Did you go with the bibs or shorts and were they the Volers or Cdales?|
|re: That Magic Moment||RandyMH|
Aug 1, 2001 8:24 PM
|Neither yet, but I plan on going with the Voler shorts.|| |