If I could keep only one cycling book, the one in the picture would be it. After my last post, I took Frankenbike for a spin up to the Southlake Town Center Starbucks. I'd not ridden there since last fall. The ride, while not particularly far, or difficult, illustrated a timeless truth that Forester understated in his book, and it also illustrated a factor which, I fear to say, no longer appears true. I do hope I'm wrong on the second.
Plus - Forester devotes a full chapter to cycle commuting. He understates what commuting can do to a cyclist. I compare my ride to even the last time I went up there and I was shocked. Commuting to Haltom City might have been a good experience, and it definitely laid a sound foundation for my current commute, but riding to Fort Worth Alliance Airport has fundamentally changed the way I ride, in almost every way. Maybe ChipSeal seeming more mellow in recent months isn't all him changing. More on this in the future.
Minus - Forester frequently talks about club cyclists as being street savvy due to their many miles and their community. On the way to Starbucks, I saw a flock of club cyclists. I think the days that Forester speaks of are gone, at least in NE Tarrant County. They looked like the guy that Doohickie called me a snob about. At least I was going in the other direction this time.
Takeaway - If you haven't read this book, do it. Ignore the irritating characterizations about the competence of those that disagree with him, and the endless space devoted to explaining how to rebuild ancient equipment, so that you may fully absorb the many timeless truths contained therein.
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