I spent the day fussing with the bike fit, which is a quieter way to lose an afternoon than most. On advice I dropped the seatpost a good deal, but the new position sits wrong under me, and now the hoods feel a reach too far. Nothing is settled. I expect I’ll keep at it, moving things a few millimeters at a time until the machine and I come to terms, or until I concede the old fit knew something I didn’t.