Decided that the weather was dry enough today that I could take the still-fenderless Raleigh International fixie to work instead of the fendered and geared workhorse. I even went fixie punk style, in my rolled up jeans, Chuck Taylors, and hooded sweatshirt -- although I sported a backpack instead of the full fakenger messenger bag. All in all, the look was... well, let's be honest, pretty pathetic. I am a fat, balding geezer, after all.
It was a short ride, but wow. This thing is a luxury liner. I rolled over the rough spots in my usual commute route like they weren't even there, even though the bike has narrower tires than my usual commuter. It doesn't feel sluggish in the corners, either. I don't know if this is the "planing" that Bicycle Quarterly is always going on about, but whatever it is, I like it. Cushy!
Of course, all is not perfect in new-bike-land. The low stock stem and my chop-and-flop bullhorns are not going to cut it. This baby needs a tall Nitto stem and some wide drop bars before I can really get comfortable. Then, it's time to start cranking out the no-coasting miles!