Caution: This post is an aging-related first-person anecdote.
… as I was riding it.
Sort of a creaky-cracky sound.
I assumed it was something amiss in the drive train, as the sound came and went right in time with my pedaling.
Tried to suss out what it was.
Turns out, it was my knees.
Whoa. That noise, coming out of my knees? Oh, that’s unambiguously bad.
In my defense, I’d never been in this situation before. On the plus side, I did eventually figure it out. And turned around, and headed home, and eased up.
So, I eventually did the mostly-right thing.
It just takes me a while to make up my mind.
