I tried replying yesterday, but my computer crashed (argh!)
Selling your bikes? Wah! I know how tough it is to find opportunities (and places) to bike in the city.
Yesterday (Sunday) I did 30.5 miles! I went on all the "off-road" trails this time. That is, the "proposed" bike-trail/rail-trails that haven't been paved yet, but at least have a dirt path through the woods (and negligible grade!). Except for 2 spots of 6" deep mud (with no way around) it was relatively pleasant.
Speaking of the mud - a tip for those of you with the cleat-shoes - if yours are like mine, you have holes that go right through the soles so you can mount the cleats. Then on top of that (inside the shoe), you have your regular shoe-liner foam thing. Mine came with this adhesive piece of paper or something to seal it off. I should've taken it to heart when the sales-clerk at the sports store said, "it mostly keeps the water out." I think I'll try duct-tape over the paper this time. While I didn't get soaked, water did make it into both shoes when I had to get off and walk through the mud. (I tried riding, but it was getting hairy. Rather than end completely down in the mud, I opted for just my feet.)
It's a good thing I had (long) jeans and the shoes on, because I would've been scratched up good and probably bitten by ticks and bugs from the swamp, too. (ew!) But, I got to see the back-side to the suburbs and hear what birds and frogs lurk in New England. It was really something, considering I've lived here for 4 years now, and don't know what the local birds and frogs sound like, because I've always lived near the highway or been in busy places. It was really nice, getting out in the woods. It's knowing that there's naturey-places near home that make me a little less homesick for my old house in the fingerlakes.
I made it 30.5 miles without cleat-incident. But by the time I got home, I was spent, and brain-foggy. I pulled right up to the front of my apartment, took out my right-foot, and started leaning the bike to the left, forgetting to remove my left foot. Down I went onto the grass... right where all the dogs relieve themselves.

At least it wasn't the poo-area. Needless to say, everything went right into the wash when I got upstairs.
Other than that one minor mishap, I didn't have any issues with the cleats, and I was on and off the pedals probably 100 times throughout my trip. It really did make a difference though - whenever I'd get tired going up a hill, I'd remember, "Oh yeah - I can use OTHER muscles, too!" So I'd "pull" myself up the hill instead of pushing. Also, being "attached" to the pedals didn't feel weird - in fact, it felt really good.
When your foot isn't attached to the pedal, you're only able to use your muscles to drive the crank around from about 1 o'clock to about 5 o'clock (or less) because (not being attached) you can't really slide/drag in a horizontal motion, and you can't pull up. You're limited to a down-push. Being attached allows you to do work on 100% of the rotation, and using both legs to help each other out. My muscles don't hurt much (if at all) today, whereas last week my quads were killing me the day after. Also, my knees didn't bother me once yesterday (which they do when it's all pushing).
As for my new padded shorts - I wore them under my jeans. While it didn't feel like they were doing a whole lot over the bumpy off-road paths, I don't hurt (sitting at my desk) today, so they must've been working!
--Janis