So, this past weekend the Handlebar hosted both the sale your shit Sunday and Frankenbike events to make for a rummage sale extravaganza. I ended the day with most of my Christmas shopping completed and with a pair of Pearl Izumi cycling shoes.

Earlier this year I swore I didn’t need clips and straps. However, after I got over the initial shock of running my bike into the back of a parked tow truck on my first day of use I did eventually warm up to them. So much so, that I found I couldn’t ride my old Hollywood cruiser without attempting to end my own life when my feet kept slipping off of the pedals.

Now, I have cycling shoes. Something I NEVER thought that I would use, myself.

I made fun of all the roadies riding around town with their goofy death-traps. The funny way they waddled through the grocery store because they could never imagine a run to get some more cliff bars and bananas without the complete get up.

Now, I feel that I am becoming one….

I feel a strong urge from within wanting my own bib shorts and jersey.

It is hard to imagine that last summer I biked with ballet flats and long flowing skirts without a care in the world. I wonder where that girl is hiding?

Oh well, now I can go fast!