For the first time since last spring's wreck, I got back in the saddle. The discovery that while I'm not 100% flatlander anymore, I'm still flatlander enough (and out of shape enough) that hopping on the bicycle in the rarified Colorado air took a lot more out of me than I expected. I will say that riding along the trails at Garden of the Gods is a heck of a lot prettier than anything I rode along in Pennsylvania.
I also got around to trying cycling pants... They don't look like the really tight things that nobody needs to see me in. Instead, they look like a normal pair of cargo shorts. It's a bit odd to walk around with that padding in the crotch. It feels a bit like I'd imagine it would if I were to pinch one off in my boxers. On the other hand, it does make the saddle on my bike a damn sight more comfortable... Especially when bouncing along a somewhat uneven trail. I may buy a couple more pairs of those.
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