Matt broke the exercise bike with his fitness

I've probably mentioned that Matt has been riding his bike a lot more. Even in this unappealing winter weather, he usually makes it out for a couple of weekend rides. He stays in shape for an hour or two of pedaling away from the cold by riding our exercise bike inside, which is an occasional prompt for me to give it a try as well. He has much higher ambitions for his workout, and often complains he can't get enough resistance on that bike- I, on the other hand, find it utterly sufficient. But it isn't too surprised that he's outgrown this thing. He's lost more than 20 pounds, and now had a hard time buying pants that both stay on his thing hips and accommodate he disproportionate leg muscles. He is like a mountain biking robot, and it isn't even spring time yet.

Yesterday, I was all kitted up and ready for my turn on the bike when it started making this tortured, grinding noise. We let it cool down, and it still made the noise, so today Matt is taking it apart (which he loves!). Now, this is not some fancy piece of equipment, it's just a bog standard bike, made for squidgy grad students to putter along with and get your heart rate up for a while. It isn't really meant for aggressively muscled mountain bikers to thrash out an estimated thousand calories of fitness 5 days a week, so I wasn't really surprised when he said that the central plate was cracked in half. For some reason though, he was. He is now sitting behind the couch, collecting springs and magnets and trying to decide is the shattered plastic heart of this bike can be patched back together. While I have my doubts, he does love fixing things, and I would love to have my bike back. But it may be time for Matt to upgrade to his own set of rollers for indoor training.