My Chemical Romance
So liking bikes in the abstract, I met a guy who was (and still is) a keen road cyclist. And a cycling fan.
Things happened quickly, within 5 months we were engaged, bought a house and moved in together. I left my beloved inner-city hobbit house, and moved to the leafy North Shore.
It's a beautiful part of Sydney, and Sprocketman does a lot of training rides through the national parks in the area, and up towards the central coast - in the dopamine rush of our new relationship Sprocketman encourages me to come along on his rides !
I enthusiastically agree ! Madness !
The SO is a pretty decent bike mechanic, and has a spare parts collection which enables him to build me a lovely road bike - perfect for my size. We even took the frame along to a car detailer and had it sprayed a pearlescent white - and with the pale green handlebar tape and brackets for lights it was very pretty. The seat was unfortunately a product of the "shrink it and pink it" ideology, but good enough for a start. I didn't even mind the lycra riding kit he bought me as a surprise present (Full length, bright blue, for the Aussie's reading this, I looked like the iconic AGL ad from the 80s). How thoughtful he was, I said to myself. What a sweetheart.
I hopped on for a test ride - and I didn't love it. I went for longer rides, and I started to really dislike it. Fuck. All that anticipation, and Sprocketman's hard work. I felt ungrateful, and a bit confused. Why wasn't I having fun ?
The SO didn't understand and pushed me to ride further and more aggressively on our long rides. And I still wasn't enjoying myself.