Tomorrow, if I can wedge my elephantine foot in the boot, I’ll ride down to my favorite bike mechanic and have him lower it a notch (the bike, that is. It’s too late for the foot). I thought I’d been doing fine with the bike at stock height, but I really can’t afford to go through this again. It’s just great luck that I didn’t have to travel this week (I have tons of writing and Photoshop work to do, but I can sort of raise my leg while I do some of that). It feels like an admission of defeat to lower the bike, but I guess it’s just self-preservation.
I rescheduled the low-speed tutoring, and I’m hoping I will come out of that triumphant. I love the bike, I love to ride, and, frankly, I expected to catch on to this faster than I have. Things that are effortless for experienced friends (like quickly negotiating tight spaces) still challenge me. I’ll get better.
I had a wrestling match with an Ace bandage this morning. (The doc recommended that I batten it down by binding it, to subdue the swelling.) I’d get one end anchored, complete 2 or 3 trips around my leg, then DOH! the first end would lose traction and the whole thing would unravel. After the 5th attempt, I thought, screw this, I’ll go get some old lady compression hose. I picked up a pair of white (I know it’s after Labor Day, but so what?) and an unnatural tan pair.
I started trying to pull the dense white knee-high on, but couldn’t get very far. The top of it was so tight, I couldn’t get past mid-calf, and the last 8 inches flopped off the end of my foot like a shed snake skin. I stretched, pulled and wiggled, but I just couldn’t get it all the way. My grip slipped once, and I almost cold-cocked myself. Bit of an irony, dontcha think? The target demographic for these would be much too weak to ever wrestle their way into a pair. I finally gave up and tried the ultra-tan brand. Ah. That’s more like it, although it looks hilarious next to my other leg’s natural pale-and-bruised color scheme.
Safety note: these compression hose are *really* slick. Couple that traction-free finish with my polished hardwood floors, and I just about did a back flip in the living room. Sheesh. My life is turning into a series of pratfalls. Not as funny as Chevy Chase, though. Or as graceful.
Note: I got Keith at Cycle Dynamics (www.cycledynamics.net) to lower the bike halfway (there are aftermarket dogbones with three positions; he used the middle one). It handles fine, I can bend my knees a bit when stopped. Even though I flat-footed it at full stock height, it still felt a bit top-heavy. Now it’s much easier to handle. Funny thing: the bike feels smaller as a result. Amazing what a difference it makes.