Wishing for Gears

I was out riding the Felt today, and on my way home as I was approaching the overpass over the 35 bypass, a tractor-trailer was turning left onto Bellbrook Avenue ahead of me. I stood up, sprinted and tucked into his slipstream. I was very pleased with myself riding along in that pocket of dead air until I made a sad realization:

Once we start down the hill there’s absolutely no way I can spin fast enough to stay with him. Damn.

I don’t recall ever wishing so sincerely that I was riding my geared bike during the nearly 3 years that I’ve been exclusively on fixed gear bikes.

As I sat up and watched the truck pull away down the other side of the hill I decided that I have to get the geared bike out on the road.