tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245501285593652681.post8215293651562596008..comments2023-07-06T06:54:35.269-04:00Comments on Red Riding: Leg cramps, cadence and uprooting from the South HillsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409106080646448269noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245501285593652681.post-58261756378021944312014-02-21T06:15:49.414-05:002014-02-21T06:15:49.414-05:00Actually, what we call 'pickles' are pickl...Actually, what we call 'pickles' are pickled cucumbers, so the brine is not quite as oniony. If Hubby can sleep through my leg cramp gyrations, 3 dogs tromping all over the bed all night...he can sleep through my pickle breath.<br /><br />I welcome moving, actually, it'll give us a chance to purge all the useless junk we've collected over the past 12 years. I just filled 2 trash bags when I cleaned out the computer room and it was liberating.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245501285593652681.post-85181809071779457802014-02-21T05:10:15.817-05:002014-02-21T05:10:15.817-05:00Pickle juice? Is that the same thing as in the UK?...Pickle juice? Is that the same thing as in the UK? The spicy vinegar drained from a jar of pickled onions? You drank that? Before bed? My sympathy is with your husband! <br /><br />It's horribly unsettling to think about moving. Some of us put down roots - friendships and routines as well as plants. It is hard to disrupt those. I managed to keep my husband 'just looking' for eight years before he finally wrestled me into our current house. I still wish we were back home.There She Rideshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03062377931088301025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245501285593652681.post-69944243534775747352014-02-20T20:43:13.187-05:002014-02-20T20:43:13.187-05:00Re the speed of cars on ARB, I have to admit: I do...Re the speed of cars on ARB, I have to admit: I don't care about my speed (just my cadence), I care even less about their speed. Srsly.Vannevarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08513110035186346571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245501285593652681.post-72408661671235849182014-02-20T19:50:57.815-05:002014-02-20T19:50:57.815-05:0080 RPM felt fine, but then again, I think 65-70 RP...80 RPM felt fine, but then again, I think 65-70 RPM feels fine on my knees too. If it takes pressure off my joints in the long run, I'll happily sacrifice MPH for RPM and lower the gears. I can't do the spinning like a madwoman thing for very long either... mainly because I feel silly and I'm going nowhere... slowly<br />Oakmont? Hmmm, what would Allegheny River Blvd be like during rush hour? Slow bumper to bumper or cars screaming through at 40-50 MPH?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245501285593652681.post-39179097083867218452014-02-20T18:42:54.060-05:002014-02-20T18:42:54.060-05:00Pickle juice is so awesome, it's what gatorade...Pickle juice is so awesome, it's what gatorade aspires to be when it grows up. The cadence numbers are great, but I don't know why you were writing down those mph numbers, what does that matter? The question is: how did riding at 80 rpm treat you? Did you ever exhaust your legs, lungs, or spirit? Did you get up the hills? Did your legs-knees hurt more or less afterwards? Finally how about Oakmont; you know the bike route to work from there, right? As always, great post. Cheers, V.Vannevarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08513110035186346571noreply@blogger.com