This is a shameless attempt to save the the most advanced civilization in
history from imminent self destruction by eliminating carbon emission,
dependence on foreign sources of fuel,obesity, hypertension and diabetes.
Cycling accomplishes all those things at once and helps us develop a better
understanding of ourselves, each other and our relationship to the cosmos.

Oh, horse puckey!
I like to ride bikes, have been doing it all my life.
The rest of that crap is just a fringe benefit,
and the blogosphere gives me a chance to share my interior
monologue with virtual rather than imaginary friends.

Wednesday, May 11, 2022

We're all so busy!

       Even I get busy and hardly have time for any recreation, but that's why I started cycling. Yesterday I got so wrapped up reading that I nearly forgot to go see a movie.   I had to get out quick and hop on the Buena Vista

to get to the theater on time.  I made it.  It was only a three mile ride which doesn't amount to much and I took a side route home to pick up a few things at the store.  So only seven miles round trip and I had time to feed the cats, fix myself a burger and relax a few minutes before going to a monthly bike club meeting at a local bar.  That's another 10 miles round trip and I got a little endorphin lift in the middle of my day.  

      I didn't set aside any time, just went where I needed to be, in regular clothes, and had a little fun and sunshine in the process.   Recently a club rider, who meticulously tracks his mileage, heart rate, calories and (of course) speed asked me if I "classified" those as "junk" miles?    I said no, the junk miles are the ones spent in the car driving somewhere to ride.

Monday, May 2, 2022

Missed photo op

      I missed a photo op the other day.   I approached a 4 way stop, stop. and waited because I saw a car on my right rolling to the stop with the driver engrossed in his phone.  His hands were both on the phone as he approached the intersection.  He rolled into the crosswalk area, then decided to look up and stop.  He probably sensed his Beemer was in danger.  Putting his phone down, he looked both ways, lit a joint and kept driving.  It makes sense to him,  how else could he enjoy a state of the art stereo without getting a buzz on?   I really wish I'd made a video of it.    

      On a more positive note, I did get photos of the local middle school PE class in bicycle training.

It's something started a few years ago when Specialized donated bikes for the purpose. 

I hope it's going on elsewhere,  we need a new generation who actually knows how to operate bikes and enjoy them safely,  despite irresponsibly distracted stoners.

Thursday, April 28, 2022

Innocence

      A few Months ago I was contacted by a cyclist seeking guidance after moving to town.   She's a Riv rider who transplanted with her family from Las Vegas.  They had grown up in the Dakota's, but spent their adult professional lives in Los Angeles and Las Vegas before the career path brought them to Michigan, in December, with nothing to protect them but childhood memories of precipitation.  Needless to say, Leah, the family cyclist, is feeling a bit frustrated with all the opportunities she has to acclimate to four seasons, every week. 
      I have to admit this spring is later and colder than others.  It's so bad that I begged off a ride one evening and a friend chastised me, of all people,  quoting Rule #5.  It hurt, but I'll get over it   In the meantime, the neophyte Leah,  has been earning  rule#9 recognition on a daily basis riding her amazing Platypus.
She picked the color personally and the rasperry metallic really pops!
The details of the lug design and paint are exquisite
and the workmanship on the welded portions are flawless.
Of course it wouldn't be a Rivendell without a beautifull headbadge. 
If you want one you can get in line.  Each shipment sells out fast and requires patience, but good things come to those who wait.




Wednesday, April 20, 2022

Septuagenarian cycling

      That was a mouthful just writing it down, but since I'm officially qualified to talk about it,  I thought I'd try.   Having seven decades behind me I really don't know what to say.   Things don't seem much different except that I either need or get more rest.  Being an old guy, I just had blood drawn and analyzed,  the lipid and metabolic panels look just like they did when I was 30 , weight and blood pressure the same.  Medically, I'm boring.  How much is the result of exercise, genetics or diet is as much your guess as mine.  I just have to l live with it.
       Today I rode to work at the local high school where I substitute 3 days a week.  It's a 6 mile ride and, since it's April, in Michigan,
I'm still wearing a base layer some days and we had a little sleet to deal with, nothing to think about.   After a day joking around with teenagers who get a kick out of the "crazyoldguyonabike," there was a quick dash through the trails along the creek and mid day traffic downtown for a brief meeting followed by a stop for happy hour before going home.  It added up to 20 miles of riding between places and working up a bit of sweat enjoying clean breezes and the sounds of birds slowly migrating back while spandex hamsters play pretend racer, communing on Zwift to avoid 40⁰.  We could just sit around inside worrying about getting older, but, apparently, cyclists don't qualify.