I’m back on the fixie for the first time in a couple of months. 
I’ve been riding a multi-geared mountain bike which I’ve outfitted for commuting with 1.5in inverted-tread tires, fenders (for the non-existent rain), and an Xtracycle Free Radical. I’d gotten used to having gears again.
So, I fix up the fixie last night and hop on it this morning. I crest the first hill in my neighborhood and have one of those classic fixed-gear moments. My mountain-bike-bred instinct is to coast, now that I’ve reached the top of the hill. But my cranks disagree, and the egg beater pedals ignore my feet’s inertia. I do a little gallup to stay on the bike and remember there’s no coasting allowed.
