Well, huh. No sooner had I almost half persuaded myself that I was going to be forced to get another bike – something one can usually rely on one’s fellow cyclists to fully back you over – than one of my commenters (who I believe is no stranger to the lure of N+1 himself) points out a reasonably priced hub dynamo which, combined with a triumphant sub-15 minute wheel swap on Monday morning, has somewhat destroyed my case for a spot of winter bike shopping. Now, this would normally appeal to my frugal nature because even bike shopping is not something to be rushed into, but I had been feeling the need for cheering up.
For, not only does my shoulder continue to give me grief, but I have now become so self-conscious about my poor posture that I no longer know what I should be doing with my head so as not to damage my neck – I have reached the stage where I would honestly welcome the ability to take the damn thing off and carry it under my arm. I even agreed to acupuncture at the physio which left me in the position of both hoping it worked because that way I might not need to resort to beheading myself to get a decent night’s sleep, and hoping it didn’t because rearranging my entire world view to one where moving around the chi energy actually proved effective would be almost as painful. In the end, karma had the last laugh because I woke up yesterday with a painful crick in my neck suggesting that a) the acupuncture actually did something, albeit that something was make it worse, and b) the yoga teachers are possibly right when they say that sore necks are a symptom of being unable to see both sides of the issue. So yeah, thank you universe (and I’ve now at least got an appointment with the GP to see if western medicine can at least manage not to make the whole thing worse).
Just to put the tin lid on it, yesterday morning, I was then forwarded an email about my bike outings with the Buddies, because apparently ‘concerns have been raised’ (ah the masterful use of the passive voice) that they have been seen going out cycling alongside someone who wasn’t wearing a magic plastic hat. The emailer had already been sent off with a nicely callibrated flea in their ear (I wouldn’t be working with these guys if they weren’t able to handle busybodies with one hand behind their backs or, indeed, their heads under their arms), but even so, it did nothing to lighten my mood. Normally, the answer to that would be going out on the bike, but the shoulder is starting to impinge on that too, and – short of getting myself a proper Dutch bike – does even worse things to my head and neck* than sitting slouched on the sofa with the laptop, so even a ride into town and back didn’t do it for my mood.
So I did the next best thing and asked Twitter to cheer me up, which it duly did with a slew of Dad jokes and other cheering responses and this afternoon capped it off with this:
If I were in the market for a winter bike, I think I may have found it.
* If I could take my head off and ride with it under my arm, do you think the helmet police would still moan about what I was wearing on it?