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Had a beautiful tailwind yesterday morning. Blew into work refreshed and ready for Monday. My boss commented that my face was red. It was the sting of the chilly air on my way downhill four miles. It was better than coffee to wake me up. Well, almost. Add a liter-sized Thermos of coffee, and you’re in business. Thumping out emails and making my office smell like hot ink from the buzz of writing.
Then there was a family emergency in the afternoon, and I had to truck to Hampden — uphill and straight into a nasty headwind. (My parents got robbed, but all is well and replaceable.)
I forgot what my point was.
Can you imagine what an over-weight, drugged up, loud and obnoxious über-Righty thinks about cycling? You can’t? What? Read it here.
I think a cartoon of a Fred-ish cyclist beating his big dumb head in with a car door removed when said cyclist hit it would be funny. Terrible and violent and offensive to my better sensibilities. But funny as shit nonetheless.
The Greater Homewood Community Corporation’s blog has info about the on street bike parking being unveiled today in the Chillage. The photo (I have no idea who took it) is of a couple NBBB folks. See post here.
Here’s the deal… We posted to Craiglist and got some good responses, but I want someone local… Also, the bike is in good condition, only ridden a dozen times…
We’re asking for $300, but could go as low as $250. The front basket is on the bike, but is a little bent out of shape. Email me if you want to give it a whirl.
I had to go to a conference yesterday at the University of Baltimore and had to wear a suit. So of course I rode my bike! It wasn’t raining, and I wear pants-straps/clips all the time. No problem. Plus it’s always fun to see people’s faces when you ride in dress clothes in the US. (I should have gotten some danged pictures.) One higher-up-type university guy who I know by reputation looked at me like I was crazy when I came into the building with reflective straps on my ankles, a helmet and a suit. Probably jealous because I wasn’t stuck in traffic in my Benz like, no doubt, he was.
I did discover something unpleasant, though. The backs of my shoulders/top of my back were/was all red and chafed when I got home last night. I couldn’t figure out what it was at first. But I neither wore my backpack nor buttoned my suit jacket. As my co-worker pointed out as I barreled across the Maryland Avenue bridge, my jacket was flying and flapping in the wind. And, even through a relatively thick dress shirt, it rubbed my skin. Strange.
Hmm, here I am, wearing sandals. No beard. No scarf. No heavy vest. Only medium-weight gloves and a hoody. Nice, right? It’s strange, though. There was still snow in the river when I rode in this morning, and it was nine degrees a few days ago when I went to work. No wonder everyone around me has a headache.