Yesterday, after a ride in the cold, wet Baltimore weather, I stripped the cold base layers and in a chance moment I was face-to-face with the rear bracket on my ‘69 Schwinn Le Tour.
The bike because of its weight and its “grandeur” is relegated—or rather elevated—to rides in the uncompetitive off-season. And with good reason, its’ weight (eye-roll) is clearly suited to the casual training ride or the lonesome meander, so-much-so that I don’t even bother to remove the kickstand. While I got in a ride or two on it this year, its’ job of minding my winter training this year is near-complete.
Just behind it lies the time-trial machine as the 2019 campaign lies on the other side of impending snow. The bikes, like pitchers in a major league rotation are situated in order of their usage—cross bikes on top, winter/rain training bikes in the middle and road bikes at the bottom. As of the start of the Belgian classics season, that order switches somewhat matter-of-factly.