Parkour is harder than it looks.

By hard, I mean that concrete is unforgiving.

My introduction to Parkour was very enjoyable, but I can see that the injuries I would regularly sustain in continued practice would interfere with progress in Wing Chun, iron hand, and general fitness conditioning. I prefer to get bruised, scraped, and humiliated while learning kung fu; and if I want soreness, I'll get it from kettlebells. :)

Peugeot UE-18M 7-Speed

I took this bike on its maiden voyage today.

The riding position is completely upright, as intended. I feel strangely tall, and my entire torso is an air brake. The bars are wide, which turns tiny course corrections into big, overcompensated twitches until the brain recalibrates. This is a Tweed Ride bike, for sure. I'll need a jacket, argyle socks, and a proper ivy cap.

I'll make a soda can handlebar shim to tighten things up. The shifter cable housing doesn't match the brake housings, and those zip ties need to go; I'll get to that later. The chain-case will be added when I feel courageous enough to drill into a $70 part. Brake levers could move forward a hair. Bars need wrapping.

Rides great already, though. The J-Tek shifter is a dream. This project is a success.

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