I have to admit this directly. I've been looking at mountain bikes. It's shameful, I know, but there's a certain appeal to a clunky, heavy, low-geared MTB as a commuter bike and all around basher. I've always been a dyed-in-the-wool-jersey guy (and I stole that phrase from Tim 'Masi Guy' Jackson. Remember, always steal the best) and I've always been on some sort of road bike for commuting. Oh, there was a brief affair with a cheap mountain bike about 20 years ago, but it passed quickly.
It's my knee, you know. It feels like there's a football inside it now and then. And I haven't been on any bike since Thanksgiving. I'm going a bit crazy. Which should explain the delusional ideation regarding mountain bikes. Maybe there's some kind of anti-psychotic drug I could take, or maybe a couple shots of brandy will do it.
Actually, there's a 40 hole rim out in the garage waiting to be laced up onto a Sturmey Archer 3-speed hub. That could occupy some of my time and nervous energy. Then again, I could just clean out the garage.
On another subject - if you look at the bottom of the page, there's a nice little hit counter. Sometime soon, perhaps Friday or Saturday, it will turn over the 100,000 mark. That's right, one hundred thousand hits! I'm clearly not a prolific writer, but in all honesty, it's humbling to realize how many people read CycleDog. My ego could get all swolled up, but there's no better target than an oversized ego here in the CycleDog ranchero.
Seriously, thanks for reading, and if you happen to be the lucky 100,000th customer....well...you can help me clean out the garage.