Drama Club

I never watched Dawson's Creek when it aired originally.  I was a little too ... you know I was going to say "old", but I think probably "jaded" might be a better word.

However, when my oldest child was born in New England, in January, and Dawson's Creek was in syndication airing 3 episodes a day from 10am to 1pm... well, I picked up watching it and was able to see the entire series in a relatively short period of time.  By the way, I never really was satisfied with how it ended.  Why not just give the people what they wanted?


SO anyway, we have this place here in the local area where the real cyclists go to ride called W. Creek.  And every time I think about going out there to ride, I envision the Drama of the naive girl who moves to a new town.

in this case:
me= naive girl
new town= sport of cycling
drama= my complete and total lack of cycling etiquette knowledge.
additional players= "real" cyclists who know what they're doing and go fast.
supporting cast= Kc and her bada** white road bike (insert name here).


I felt I was getting in a little over my head, so I spent a few hours this morning doing a little research.  Isn't that how everyone spends their Saturday mornings?  Recently, for no reason at all, I was accused of being obsessed... (shrug)... I don't see reading for 2 hours about proper bike technique as obsession.  I see that as education.

So after my self assigned reading was complete, OC and I hit the Creek.

I was only a little nervous.  But as I said, Kc and (insert name here), came out to ride with me.  So, we were clueless together.

By the way Kc's bike needs a name.  Jen, aka bike naming GURU of Setting You Free has suggested a few GBA** sounding names, but feel free to chime in.  Kc is fiery, her bike is cool.  I'm 100% certain that this can be put together to make a White Hot name.

As I was saying, Clueless ~ another show I never watched.  But I did see the movie, and now that I think of it, yea, Kc and I definitely giggle enough to qualify...

Anyway, we had a great time.  Lots of giggling, lots of downhills, & what goes down, must go up... and yes, it was fun.  But (isn't there always a but?) the thing that was frustrating for me is that I'm...

not...

as GBA as my bike.  My bike is awesome and I know she has SO much in her.  I can feel the potential each time I put my hands on the bike.  Do not make fun of me, put your hands on my bike if you doubt me and see for yourself...

There's something I'm missing.  Some thing.  I can see it in the riders on the other side of the road.  I can feel it in my ride.  My cadence.  My position.  Each time I see a bike pass me I know there's some secret I'm missing.  I cannot feel, think and breathe with my bike yet, and, there was a time, once upon a time 20 years ago, when I could do that...  

I'm admittedly looking forward to getting out and practicing with OC again to see if I can master this, at the same time I'm dreading the sensation of "sucking at cycling".