What could become an issue if it does indeed stay crappy is my growing refusal to keep wearing pants on bike rides. It's time for shorts, dammit. Or at least old pants hemmed into knicker-length bike shorts. I'd take a picture of my soaking wet shorts from today, but that would have meant crotch pictures and it's not that kind of blog.
Hopefully we don't have rain tomorrow, when the Cubs limp back to Wrigley after getting their asses handed to them last night in Arizona. Fingers crossed.
Current beer-scale: 6.1 (and krausened like Old Style)
Part of feeling fast, I think, is having gears to change and different grades to ride up and down. Even though I wasn't "moving," the trainer's pretty sophisticated as far as resistance and virtually simulating hills. Once I had figured out my mother in-law's Trek and its ultegra triple it was time to see what I could get done. 30 minutes later, I staggered out of their garage covered in sweat, having busted out about 12 miles in what looked like Seattle.
Current beer-scale: really high.
ETA: A crappy ride with Frankenbike this morning convinced me to take a closer look at how those tires are running, and they were awfully low. I took it out this morning without checking anything, which was dumb, but what the hell I was pissed. I've had nothing but flats since January. So I spent a few minutes at work pumping up each tire as much as I could, and had a much better ride on the way home. There were still all the bad noises and it still felt like the entire thing would fall apart out from under me, but the wheels felt better. The whole thing finally drove home that tires are the most important part of a bike. Drivetrain makes it go, frame keeps it up, brakes make it stop, but tires are what's actually on the ground. If tires aren't right, you're in for a rough ride. My ride was a little less rough, but now that I'm closer to beer my score on the scale's even higher. Nice.
So I may have over-reacted when I gave you a different finger when I passed in front of joey's brickhouse. Still, I don't think that was any reason to cut it so close as you passed again. I know it's my-turn-your-turn in situations like that, but me riding a bike and you driving a multiple ton bus means we should at least try to get along. But hey, if you're a rude dick instead of a clueless idiot, I should expect to practically get run off the road.
So why don't you go fuck yourself, and I'll see you back out there tomorrow. Fantatstic.
Current beer-scale: 8.1
A great morning at the dog beach.
More enjoyable than the ride I'll probably take later today, even more enjoyable than a cold beer at an outdoor patio in the sun. To each his own, although that beer is a close second.
Current beer-scale: 3.8
In all honesty, the only reason I agreed so quickly is that kind of purchasing is well out of our reach these days, and there's no way I'm outfitting the raleigh with that kind of equipment. I'd shop by bike in a heartbeat though with the right carrying capacity. The bike part is no problem, it's the grocery shopping part I can't stand.
Current beer-scale: 6.1 and rising
It's not all bad out there. Spring is here, kind of.
Current beer-scale: 7.3
I can't really review anything yet since I'm not going open-eared until it's consistently in the 50's and today was the first ride with a slime tire-liner in, but I'm crazy about both products so far. Guess I could have saved the helmet until after I'd replaced the pedals, but whatever.
After another slow leak Thursday, I took a closer look at the 23's on the good bike and still couldn't find anything that would explain another puncture. There are some tire wires fraying out of the side wall, but lining them up with the tube, they weren't anywhere near where the leak was. Rather than give up and buy a new tire set, I picked up said tire-liner. It was actually slimy, which surprised me, but after fitting it in over a new tube, the tire's rock solid and delivered a really smooth ride in this morning (which I extended about an extra mile). Fingers crossed this actually leads to a solution for an extended time.
The big news was my helmet arriving this weekend though. As if I wasn't looking forward to warmer weather enough. I literally cannot wait to start wearing this around. Helmets might not always be the highest of fashion, but if I'm going to wear one it might as well be one that makes me laugh every time I see it.
Ah, spring. Good times.
Current beer-scale: 6.1
Current beer-scale: 5.8
Current beer-scale: 5.9