Sunday, September 18, 2016

DoSoTPC—the new steed is ridden

SoTPC the exercise bike has been consigned to the discard pile and a new steed, Daughter of Son of The Purgatory Cart, or DoSoTPC, is in its place with thanks to thewife who assembled it from the box (1).

But, in the interests of ease-of-use and in tribute to man meets machine in a perfect resolution, I shall call it "Betsy". For you should always thank the machine that keeps you aloft and helps save you in the event of a crash. 

Betsy was a delight. No horrid, jarring skipping like the dying SoTPC where the resistance would slip causing a "free wheel" and risk you tearing your knee or throwing you forward. 

It was glorious to ride something that I did not loathe. I still hate exercise but if you have to do it make it the least horrid you can.

Hooray for Betsy—long may she hold me in her loving seat.

WFTW. 


(1) My fine motor skills being shot to shit from medication and injury such things are beyond me. Not that I built stuff before; she did it then as well.

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