It was Ride the Neglected Bike Day again today. And I must declare myself a shameless hypocrite.
For years I’ve inveighed against gram-counters, contending that a strong black cup of coffee and a productive few minutes in the reading room pre-ride is immeasurably preferable to flushing a fat wad of coarse notes down the loo of the latest and greatest bike-lightening comosellama.
Well, yesterday I spent two hours aboard the Salsa Vaya on the mean streets, bike paths and bumpy byways of Bibleburg, and today I did likewise astride one of my old racing bikes, a Steelman Cycles Eurocross.
And whaddaya know? I felt considerably friskier on the elderly ‘cross bike than I did on the young gravel grinder.
Let’s go to the tale of the tape, shall we?
The Salsa Vaya tips the scales at 28.9 pounds.
The Steelman Eurocross weighs in at 22 pounds.
Hm. A 6.9-pound dump is not out of the question, depending upon what was had for dinner. But it seems unlikely.
So for the moment I’m forced to declare myself full of shit.