It's funny. There's one in a local bikeshop and their website says, "Borrow our Bleriot for the day." I wonder what size it is? I do intend to check it out after I've gotten more adjusted to the feel of a roadie.

I forgot something, though. I was talking to my husband again the other night, and he is still a bit confused about why I'm not just getting the next size in my chainless bike. And I started talking about fit again, and he said, "So why didn't we do that last time?"

Um ... because we got chainless? Off the internet?

"Well, why didn't we buy them locally?"

Um ... because I called everywhere, and nobody sold them? (Sidenote: now I know there is a place that can order them, but when I called them whoever answered evidently didn't know that.)

"Well, why did you want chainless?"

You could have heard a pin drop. (Excuse the cliche, but really.)

"YOU wanted chainless."

"Me? What did I know about it?"

(I might point out to you, at this point, I wasn't sure whether to laugh or hit him. I refrained from saying, "Obviously NOTHING." Ahem.)

Finally, I said, "But I might want to keep this one, because it's well suited to errands that are close by."

At which point my husband, who hardly ever finds time to ride with me, says with honest dismay in his voice:

"That's crazy. We don't have room for the two bikes we've got. What are we going to do with FOUR?"

You can't imagine how hard it was for me to keep a straight face. Four? If I get a road bike, he's getting one, too?

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

I just said, "Don't worry. I'll figure something out."

I guess I'm not the only one who is going to be test riding roadies!