Some walking pics and the usual nonsense.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Good morning, crime-stoppers.
Last night I finally got to ride my bike for the second time. It took a week. Too much daddy stuff to do, and bad weather. Last night's ride cold cold cold. I actually wore socks and shoes instead of sandals for the first time this year. I also had double layers on, and fleece gloves. My nose and eyes watered. The conditions weren't optimal, but I was happy to get out.
I slice through town and darkness
Here now. And alive.
There. Have a little haiku to keep things fresh.
My SPfriend JOYATLAST sometimes blogs about biking. And sometimes hers are about some of the fears that go along with biking on certain roads or in less-than-ideal conditions. At first, I didn't really understand this. My biking experiences have been pretty fearless, other than the traffic that gets too close, or the occasional shady creep. But with this road bike, it's opened up a new can of worms. I'm travelling much faster. If I wipe out, it's going to sting that much more. The wheels are so thin. Differences in vertical pavement slices could prove to be dangerous. I don't have any shocks on this bike. I feel every bump. Small potholes and rocks that I would breeze over before don't feel as safe anymore. My biking position is different. Now that I'm hunched over, it makes it slightly more challengling to look back over my shoulder. And if I stop quickly, am I going to go over the handlebars? The brakes are in a totally different position. Unless my hands are on them at all times, they're not as instinctive to go to. And on top of all that, I'm reluctant to chain up this bike and walk away. It looks so much more desireable than The Sherman Tank bike. Anyway, those are my new fear concerns.
Not a lot else to report. Fall is here. Time to take the air conditioner unit out of the window. My toes have been cold in the mornings. A friend of mine made me a nice green hat which smelled sweetly when removed from the envelope. I'm out of groceries. I need to do laundy.
Here's some pics from my lunchtime walks to Subway. The pics make it look pretty awesome. And it is a nice walk. But the pics are nicer because you can't hear the roaring cars, or smell the diesel.