A Common Occurrence
Several rides go by on your beloved Rivendell, which likely boasts the most upright and comfortable posture of all your bicycles: the perfect balance of weight between sit bones and hands; the tall, erect posture that affords a freedom of your neck to effortlessly glean every bit of curiosity out of your surroundings; the swaying swoop of a turn, from left, to right, and every which way in between, carrying your weight with such poise that the phenomenon never seems to grow old.
But then, you ride one of your other bicycles. It has a handlebar placement that is about level with your saddle, or even worse,
below. This was a bicycle that was exceptionally comfortable for you, perhaps even defined the peak of comfort for several years of your finite cycling life. As you ride it, you question, "Did something here change?" You look down at this innocent, intricate pile of steel, wondering if some sort of mischief took place since you last rode it. You ask yourself a variety of questions; "Have there been this much weight in my hands this whole time? My back is to be at this angle for every riding second? How do most people consider
this to be
very upright?" Some miles go by and it slowly feels familiar again, but something never feels quite right, no matter the distance. Then it dawns on you.
The Spoiled-By-My Rivendell Effect
Thanks for reading,
Armand
who-just-restored-his-road-bike-and-is-not-very-satisfied Kizirian
Santa Monica, CA
