Then Marko, who wasn't crazy about the idea of hopping on a tandem, offered to captain me around the Oval. Whee!
The recumbents were lots of fun, I was only able to find one small enough for short people.
|Marko took Fizz out for a spin and called her a Tank. It took me hours to console her.|
|Tricia likes the 'bents|
|A tandem with a double trailer!|
|Stu demonstrates the bus bike rack|
|Marko on a foldie|
|Marko on the Backwards Bike of Death|
|The recumbent selfie|
One of my morning commutes this week, I nervously observed a man riding with a small child in a handlebar seat, he was not only edge-riding in the door zone, but weaving in and out of parked cars as well as filtering. I passed him the while taking the lane and the urge to tell him they were much safer out in the middle of the lane was overpowering, but I kept my mouth shut: the fear of an argument starting from friendly, constructive advice told me that their riding style was none of my business.
I'm still remorseful that I said nothing.
I tried to ride just a few yards ahead of or behind them for a few blocks to divert the cars around us and keep them from getting clipped, but I could only do that for so long.
Speaking of remorse: I'm fence-riding. Should I go out on the Underwear Ride this week? I feel this is a ride for the youngsters: they can stay up late and have few if any side effects the next day from staying up late. Am I going to resign myself to being old and needing to get to bed at a decent hour or am I going to stay out after dark? One of the advantages to being single is that I can do whatever I want without the negative opinions of a spouse who disproves of what he deems to be indecent behavior.
More fence-riding: All Neighborhoods Ride is coming up this weekend! This is 75 miles! Am I able to go all day and 75 miles? The most I've done in one day is 61 miles.... I think 75 would kill me and I'd have murderous leg cramps. Fizz is having difficulty getting into the small ring, I need to adjust the derailleur before I engage in a 75 mile ride up many, many hills. I need the granny gears.
The Basil Thief:
I pass by the Casino daily and they have an herb garden that I will occasionally steal a handful or two of herbs from. I like the rosemary for socca cakes. I steal fresh basil and oregano for Italian foods. They aren't growing oregano this year though, which makes me sad. The security people are out in force when I leave in the afternoons, so I have to do my herb picking in the morning. One of these days, the security people are going to hassle me for picking the herbs. It'll be worth it though: fresh herbs are to die for.
They make my bag smell wonderful too!
|Many basil bushes!|
Today's shopping trip: eggs, bread, raspberries and a glass jar of pickles. I was nervous that the eggs and glass would break and that the bread would get squished. The items I was worried about fared well, but the raspberries turned to mush. I don't understand why raspberries, even transported carefully in a car with shock absorbers, liquify on the trip. I'm glad had the foresight to place them inside a plastic bag to keep the juice from leaking all over the bike.
I used a bungee net to keep the bread from being flattened. I like the net, I need to keep that in my pannier full time.
|I love this bungee net!|
|Scrambled perhaps... but unbroken|
Racing up my hill
This was my first encounter with another cyclist going up my hill. She noticed me behind her at the end of the bridge and gave me a playful "You go girl!" as I passed her and I responded with a "Race ya!". Little did I know, I would end up making record time up the hill. I lost my QOM some time ago to a much faster cyclist, but I've been watching my times up the hill and I was able to shave 30 seconds off my best time. That's remarkable.