The Fitting 2
Seven Cycles did whatever voodoo they had to do. They sent back their chicken entrails and hieroglyphics to Dave at Baer Wheels. Dave and I met around 12:30 on Friday for the next step: Giving them a bucket of money.
I’m afraid that once again I was no help to Dave in his adjustments and measurements. “How’s that?” “Fine.” “How’s this?” “Also fine.”
In my defense, I don’t know what I’m looking for or what I’m supposed to be feeling. I can hop on my current bicycle, truck 60 to 70 miles, and I’m fine. Is there a better configuration / build than my current bike? I don’t know.
We had the second discussion on gears. I don’t think I’m getting through to Dave on this: Find me a “granny gear” that will get me over the Rocky Mountains. That’s what I’m most concerned about. I know en route there’s going to be other gut-busting hills (I’m looking at you, Kansas), but I just drove through the Rockies.
There are loooooooong climbs that are going to last for days. I’m going to be toting my fat ass, a much heavier bicycle than I’ve ridden for the better part of the last decade, and 30 to 60 pounds of gear. (Who knows how much yet!)
I need a gear that will let me just crank up a hill without giving me a heart attack. Or making me stop every 1/4 mile to catch my breath.