I quit. I give up on this goal. My form is all wrong, and, of course, I keep crashing.

I’ll be selling the bike, which is in good shape, and sticking to my first love for exercise – golf.

Yes, I said golf. It’s a zen game, a good walk spoiled, a showdown with Old Man Double Bogey. Cycling is a test of heart and lungs – golf is a test of wills. How does one execute EXACTLY the shot called for in the particular circumstance.

All the time on teh range, hitting off consistently perfect lies, can’t prepare you for a 160 yard bunker shot, or an open faced flop to a short sided green.

To hit the ball far, you must hit the ball hard; but if you’re only thought is to hit the ball hard, you will not hit the ball far.

So bye-bye bicycle. Or at least road bike. I may get something a little more comfy for running errands; but not for riding 100 miles. That’s crazy talk.