Long blurb, or overcompensating for silence

I’ve been neglecting a lot of things lately. Even the mandatory things that keep Mr C and i functional have been subsumed into either of the following data sets:

1. Bike
2. Things that keep me from bike

When i’m not on or looking at the bike, i’m day dreaming about how i wish i was on it. When i’m on it, i’m discovering life all over again. Because it is still a touchy issue, i’ve been trying not to draw attention to it when Mr C is around, to keep the peace. Trouble is, since we live together, he’s mostly around when i am, so i haven’t had my fill of quality time with my machine.

After 3 solid weeks of ownership, i went on a long, long ride yesterday, up and down the coast at sunset for a couple of hours. It’s been blustery these few days, and after my last encounter with a wall of moving air, i ended up getting lots of practice at following some good advice about leaning into side-swiping wind like it’s a corner. In the process i discovered that hugging one’s tank isn’t all about looking like you’re going very fast - it also keeps you streamlined and reduces a surprising amount of wind resistance, even that which comes at you from the side. I don’t understand the mechanics of that quite, but i assume it’s related to the principle of less drag on lesser (and less offensively positioned) surface area.

I’ve pretty much lost interest in everything but riding at this stage. Even my beloved camera is taking a break. The best friend got me a cyclometer for Christmas (something which would otherwise excite me no end), and it’s still sitting there, waiting to be fitted onto my bicycle, itself a temporarily abandoned child, scruffy and destitute in its corner.