Rode at lunch to Picaroons and had lunch. Went to the office and worked from there until the evening. Out and back.
Out.
And back.
See above.
All that time on a bicycle with wheels spinning | earth spinning | mind spinning and one has time to think.
Most of it was along the lines of:
“….this frame is a 58 – yeah – 58, I think yeah, that’s what I remember. I wonder what a 56 would feel like? I mean given I could get roughly the same reach and stack with seat post & cockpit adjustments. I wonder. Like what if I could take this exact build and put it on a 56 – what would that feel like? This is a 58 right?…”
So just run-of-the-mill one-with-the-universe type-stuff.
