After trying to get Chris's fee waive for the aerobar fitting and not being able to reach him, I simply went and did it yesterday. It was much more intense than the first one, because this time my shoes had to be adjusted too. Furthermore, the way it was done, I can use the hoods and drop outs without readjustment if I want to take my aerobars off for a race.
My saddle is back up a centimeter and pushed forward to prevent the glutes from hurting again, the stem is 1 cm longer, and the headset is 1 cm lower than it used to be. These tiny adjustments may seem minor, but I know I'm going to be so much happier in my saddle for longer periods of time.
I called Juan when I got out of Turin because I wasn't sure if I'd make it home before dark, and we were going to eat dinner in Hyde Park anyway. While I was waiting for him outside of Argo Tea Cafe in Evanston, I was looking over my bike and unconsciously rocking back and forth in my bike shoes, probably flexing my calves a bit, and this random middle-aged guy steps up and tells me that I have really nice calves. While thinking "What?!?!?" I respond, um thanks? And we proceed to have a conversation about my calves. You have to remember I'm in spandex at this point, and that this guy is like 30 years older than me, so I was pretty creeped out.
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AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That is so excellent. Happy un-birthday, by the way :)
WTF?! That is soooo creepy! It's so bogus how so many random men feel entitled to view, judge, and comment on your body (yours, mine, etc.) You should list this on Hollaback Chicago.
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