So RELOCATEDCOWBOY asked me if I was still biking. Says he doesn't hear much about it lately. Yep, I still bike 3-4 nights a week. Lately, though, the rides have been pretty routine, with little to report. I do 20-25 miles, and I'm home before 11pm. The sky is getting darker earlier (can you believe it?) and unless I ride immediately after work, I'm not able to snap good photos of interesting things.
Here's a couple of things I didn't tell you about.
Ever blown a smile opportunity? You make eye contact, you politely smile. But then you feel that *click*and you're aware that if you would have actually really SMILED, there would have been some sort of better connection? This has happened to me twice recently. When you bike, people look at you. Sometimes I look back, sometimes I ignore them. Sometimes I'm friendly, sometimes I just keep on going. So I decided I would be friendlier, and see what happens. My first opportunity: There's a kid standing in his big front picture window, looking at me. I wave and smile. No reaction. Wait! It was a child mannequin! Some old lady had dressed it up with croched clothes and stuck it in the window. Oh well. Hi, mannequin.
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Met another rider on a recumbant trike. A Windcheetah. It looked pretty comfortable and fun. But you're gonna pay $3500-5000 for it, baby. I would never pay that much for a bike. But I bought a Mega Millions lottery ticket last night, something I rarely do. Didn't win the 252 million jackpot. I'm not getting a Windcheetah.
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My riding buddy Jason agreed to go out last night. I met him at the gast station. He had a flat tire, and was ready to call the evening off. Not so fast, Mr. Negative. I've equipped myself for such an occasion. I haven't needed to change a tire yet, so this was a great learning opportunity. Got it changed out in a few minutes, and went on our way.
(A quick note about Jason. At almost 400 lbs, he know he needs to lose, but hasn't bothered with a real gameplan. Told me he wieghed in on a recent Friday at 384, and by Sunday night, he had gained 14 lbs! FOURTEEN! And he just laughs about it. Well, I'm working on him.)
So Jason mounts his bike, and it's making this creaking noise. He said it didn't sound that way on our last ride. This was more than a chain-that-needs-oil creak. And not really a something-need-tightening creak. It sure sounded like a jalopy. Something was up.
Jason wants to ride to 'the office," his family's business. It's about 15 miles round trip, so that would be a good ride for him. The office, however, is in an industrial part of town, and not in the best neighborhood. And all those things you've heard about Detroit? They're probably pretty accurate.
One mile from the office, and we're waiting at the light, watching the goings on in Club Venus topless joint's parking lot. Jason mounts the pedal and BAM. The frame snaps! No one's hurt, but man, how scary. We walk the rest of the way to the office. Jason takes a company vehicle home, and leaves me to bike home by myself. !
And his busted bike has a brand new tube.
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More later! Have a great one, SPeeps!
/insert big smile/