Bug Bite

I'm either a huge Madison wannabe fulfilling every Wisconsin stereotype or I truly have been bitten by the "I love Wisconsin" bug.

It's probably a little bit of both.

But picture this: Me, sitting on the couch, drinking Wisconsin beer, watching the Packers, after having just purchased my new baby.

I feel like "baby" is an appropriate name for this fine piece of machinery because I probably know as much about taking care of this thing as I know about taking care of a real baby. I probably know more about taking care of a human baby, considering that a road bike is an entirely different species of bike than I'm used to cruising on. I also feel like when I'm around it I want to hold it under the arms as far away from my body as possible so that it doesn't break or pee on me.

You see, this little number with the lime green wheels is what I'm used to riding. I think the only similarity between this and the new bike is that they are both white and fall under the large umbrella of "bicycle".

For as different as they are, I might as well have purchased this.

I guess it's still a bicycle?  I am super jealous that this guy's helmet looks like a top hat.  Classy styling.

So in one evening I have accomplished the MadTown trifecta - beer, Packers, and bikes. I may have just invented the new triathlon. Forget about the running and the swimming. Football and competitive drinking are where it's at in WI. 

I am really excited to get my cross-training on with this bike. Not only is it pretty, but it's super speedy and really comfortable to ride. Ideally my goal is to do a triathlon with it (the swimming, cycling, running kind), but for now I just need to be confident riding it on the bike path, let alone in a race with hundreds of people.

For my fellow cyclists of WI - the only thing I ask of you is that you don't run over me when I fall off my bike into the middle of the street because I have to stop quickly and forget that my feet are stuck in the pedal cages. I am already predicting this particular mishap.