I ordered the frame. A Salsa Cutthroat. Carbon. Deep Orchid. I have been waiting for this frame since last year.
I did not plan to ride Cote de Pike. The estimate said twenty minutes. It took me forty-four. Here is what I paid attention to: heart rate. Not speed, not power, not the riders passing me.
I got on the bike on January 11. Once. My feet didn't hurt. Not even a little. You would think that would have sent me back the next day. I have not been back.
There is a pair of pedals on my desk. OneUp Aluminum platforms. Purple, to match the Chris King components for a bike I have not yet built. No mechanism. No clip. No twist to release.
I stopped riding in June because of Achilles tendonitis. I had been riding clipless pedals because that is what serious cyclists do. I cannot rotate my ankles. The friction was there the entire time.