Former Space Center Director Nearly Cashes in His Chips On Bike Trek to Renaissance!
I bought a new bike yesterday. The salesman tracked me down in the junior bike section.
"Can I help you find something?" the pimpled youngster asked. He looked barely old enough to drive.
"I'm looking for a bike," I replied. I had my hand resting on a bike clearly too small for someone of my height and well fed appearance.
"You'll need something bigger than that."He nodded toward the bike. I couldn't tell if his comment was meant to be sarcastic or humorous. "What do you plan on using it for?"
"To ride." I wanted him to know I could give as well as take. He looked puzzled. I could tell the cogs were spinning but not locking into place. I continued, not wanted to drag the purchase to ridiculous lengths. "I'm going to ride it to work."
"Where do you work?"
"I start at Renaissance Academy in August."
"Where is that, how many miles?"
"Lehi and I don't know." The presalesman looked confused, as if his bike recommendation completely depended on the exact number of miles from my home to Renaissance. "Ten miles maybe, oh and comfort is my number one criteria. I'll be on the bike for nearly two hours a day. I need a bike seat designed for someone who has spent ten years driving a Lincoln Town Car."
"No racing seat then."
"No, I need something able to support a pampered backside."
The boy thought for a moment before deciding on a recommendation. He pulled out a nice looking blue bike with a seat wide enough to land a 747.
"That will do," I said. I did the obligatory test ride in the parking lot. I couldn't figure out the multiple gears, so I looked like a real idiot trying to navigate the parking lot with the bike's gears set for climbing Mt. Everest. My legs were pedaling fast enough to cause a mini cyclone. I gave up, got off the bike, pulled up my drooping pants and told him to ring it up.
"Do you need anything else with that?" he asked. I told him that as a young LDS missionary in England in the late 1970's, I quickly learned the importance of bike fenders to keep the rain and mud from painting a mucky stripe down my back. I got the fender upgrade. I was set.
I am the proud owner of a new bike.
I got up at 5:45 this morning to time how long it would take me to ride my new bike from my home, along the canal, to Renaissance Academy in Lehi. I live on the Murdock Canal. Renaissance Academy is on the Murdock Canal. Me, a bike and the new canal trail made a perfect partnership.
I had the gears figured out 30 minutes into the ride. 45 minutes into the ride I was wore out, my backside begged for a pillow. It took one hour to get to Renaissance, several minutes longer than I anticipated. I got lost in the Highland Glenn Park spaghetti junction of roads, trails and parking lots.
The long trek home was difficult. Everyone but the walkers and joggers passed me along the way. I had this vision in my head of what I must have looked like....
I finally gave up and walked the bike up the last long hill up to my house above the canal. I'm determined to make this work, so I'll try it again in the morning. If it doesn't, then I'll trade in the bike for a different model. What do you think?
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