Gasp, Pant, Gasp

I rode the bike I fixed around a parking lot last night.  Three laps, maybe 300 yards total.  My heart was pounding.  This is a good thing. 

I need to raise the seat and handlebar.  My knees were only a couple of inches from the bars and it almost wiped me out when I bumped them. 

Being fat* sucks.

(* - Unless there is widespread famine.)