It might seem more correct to say the trouble actually started in September of the year earlier when my brother-in-law entered me for The Cape Argus bike ride, but that wouldn't strictly be true. At the time I was living in the UK, with just one bike: my trusty and much loved Marin soft-tail mountain bike which would soon be crated up with our other belongings for our move to Somerset West in the Western Cape. I really had no plan to do more road riding than was strictly necessary to be fit for the 108km ride, after completion of which we'd get back to the traffic free trails and mountains. Fate had other plans though and through a combination of shipping & customs delays, our container including said mountain bike were quite literally stuck at sea. With less than eight weeks remaining to train before the ride, something had to be done. I bit the bullet, went into the nearest bike shop, and asked them for something entry level to train for the Argus on. As luck (or good salesmanship) would have it, they had a 2007 model Merida 903 on offer and in my size - Merry. As I left the shop I fully expected it to be a short lived relationship, ending up either gathering dust in the shed or being sold on Gumtree. Half an hour later, as I was dismounting for the third time to walk up yet another hill, I was even more certain road bikes were not for me. The gearing was killing me. Even standing my legs and lungs just couldn't push me up even the smallest of my local hills. And that was bad news - because where I live we're surrounded by hills, most of them anything but small. It was beyond my comprehension why anyone would build a bike like this - where were all those easy gears that let you spin your legs into a blur to fire up even the most brutal slope. No, this road bike lark really wouldn't be my thing.
Ha! Famous last words, little by little over the next few weeks with a steady flow of kilometers under Merry's wheels, an unexpected thing happened. I started to look forward to my evening rides, and, even more bizarrely, I started looking forward to those hills. They still killed me, but I found myself walking less and less, and eventually hardly at all. Instead, a puffing flushed sense of triumph greeted me at the top of each hill. The bug had bitten. Road biking would be my thing after all. And all because our shippers couldn't deliver on time. There are still times when I curse that, but overall I guess I should thank them for their tardiness.
Anyone looking closely at the above picture will notice that Merry has had a few modifications since her initial purchase:
- SRAM Rival 50/34 compact crank - because even though I've come to love road biking, I still miss spinning those easier gears on hills
- Tri-bracket - what can I say, Cape summer's are hot and I sweat a lot. Two bottles are very often not enough, and I don't like backpacks when out on the road. They seem to get in the way of that wonderful light and free feeling you get when belting down a hill at 70kph.
- Easton wheels - total extravagance both on a bike and rider of my level, but one day maybe I'll be able to do them justice. Until then, I'll enjoy how light they are and how quickly they spin
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