But third gear? That’s “Boeing.” Maybe 17 mph feels like crawling in a car, but when you’re on a bike, you feel like you’re ready for takeoff. That’s why bike repairmen Orville and Wilbur Wright decided they wanted to build airplanes.
You can even outpace dogs in third gear. Then the dogs just sit there behind you, whining in the exquisite agony of having lost their target, like Snoopy after he’s missed the Red Baron.
In third gear, the trees are still a hazard, though. Better keep an eye on them.
Friday editor / owner of Cass County’s coolest bike