Yesterday we picked up our new bicycles. We have two cars, both of which we drive a lot less than we used to, each of which is capable of hauling one bicycle. Taking two cars downtown seemed silly. If one of us drove both people downtown and brought back one bike, the other one would get to ride her bike home. That didn't seem fair.
So we decided to take the bus to the bike shop and both ride home on our new bikes. It's a medium-long distance, but there are good bike routes covering almost the entire stretch.
The bus was really cheap. My daughter has a student pass (grad students can have them, too) and when we checked the fares it turned out that city transit considers me a senior. Nice. Sixty cents to get across town.
Here's my daughter's bike:
And here's mine:
With the information from the fitting measurements, we were able to determine why our old bikes had worked for us as well as they did—the top tube lengths were not right but they weren't too far off and the stem dimensions were right on. We were also able to see clearly what the problems were: because the frames were too small, the seat-to-pedal length was a mismatch for me, and a serious mismatch for my daughter (hers was a whole 10 percent too short; mine was about 7 percent off).
We used to have frames of the same sizes (we're within an inch of each other in height, so that seemed logical). Now we don't. In specific bike-related bone measurements (torso, upper leg, shoulders) we're quite different. She was told she has perfect body proportions for cycling.
The shop is (as we figured later) just over 10 miles (16km) by bike path from home. That's enough distance to get a solid feel for how the bikes handle and how we want to work on refining the fit. I'll be back at the shop today and my daughter's going back tomorrow to get the seats and handlebars set up just right. The frames feel great.
In the evening, we biked over to the university's presentation of "A Midsummer Night's Dream." To get to the play, I rode my new bike, and my daughter rode her old
bike for the familiarity. That was another 7 miles (11km) or so. I know
what I want to talk to the bike shop about today, but I'm very much
enjoying not having to stop several times on every ride and re-set the
old bike's seat at a higher level (above the safe extension line, and
at a place where it wouldn't stay put).
Now about the play: it was the best performance of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" I've ever seen. (Our favorite barista at one of the coffee shops where we write did a fantastic job as Titania. Walt Jones directed.) The casting and staging and costumes were all inventive and appropriate.
The play is potentially one of my favorites, and I've seen it in on stage and in films more times than I could count. At the end of the performance, I feel like I've had a good time, compare the recent presentation to others, and yet I have always felt that there was something missing. Not last night. NOTHING was missing.
It was not, obviously, the only way that a fully satisfying presentation of the play could take place (for one thing, it was a short version so it would be "family friendly," although the basics were all there and it was playfully risque). It was, however, an absolute, laugh-out-loud delight. Everyone involved (all volunteers, because funding was cut this year) made magic.
Overall, a great day. Having started it at 6:30 a.m. and ended it at 11 p.m., I even got some work done.