I rode around town mainly with the intention of finding the perfect saddle adjustment. Adam's setting wasn't working, neither were any of mine. I discovered that if I didn't re-tighten the bolt with my best attempt at man-strength, the saddle would give way with a loud "that didn't sound good" bang. It happened twice before I learned my lesson. Every few miles, I'd stop, adjust the saddle and still ride uncomfortably.
I bought some gloves with much better gel pads. By they end of today's 20 mile ride, I had no hand numbness issues. Oh, and they're hi-viz!
Happened to catch some of the Labor Day parade, impeding my regular path up the Blvd of the Allies.
Rode out to the Waterfront, I needed a 'pool' photo for a scavenger hunt. I thought the pools at Sandcastle would be a good bet, but stopping along that stretch when there's a constant stream of cyclists going 15+MPH isn't safe. So, I opted for this pool at the Waterfront Starbucks:
Well... hello, Speedo Man!
On the EFT I was passed by Speedo Man who made a point of getting up out of the saddle to get some speed up to pass me. I was surprised by his scantily clad all up in my face buttocks and being a complete juvenile, I started silently giggling. Joggers running towards me saw me laughing and they smiled because they knew why.
The Cowboy Mount
When I returned, I wanted to take advantage of the empty parking lot and spend some time teaching myself the Cowboy Mount. All the cool kids are doing it. I clearly have balance issues and a major fear of falling and I'm reluctant to swing my leg up while the bike is in motion.
You want those 3 minutes and 24 seconds of your life back, don't you? I was hoping I'd fall in the video and it would make for great comedy, but no such luck.