Saw a cyclist on my way home from shopping today. The person looked like he was struggling up a hill..I mean this person was barely moving. I thought the bike would just fall over. It looked like the person might be having problems with the bike. As I got closer and closer I realized the cyclist was my husband.
I pulled up next to him and asked if he wanted to throw the bike in the car but like a trooper (idiot) he said no. He did admit maybe riding the fixie on a windy day was not a good idea. It was also 32 degrees when he left.
There is a perfectly good trainer in the basement...I'll remind him.