Everyone knew the winter reprieve last week was temporary, now 40's and rain are the forecast for the week. A recent job change dropped my commute to just a hop and a skip of two miles from the house so we decided to sell a vehicle and become a single car family. I thought that having to ride everyday would feel like a burden but so far it's just a lot easier not have the driving option. The crappy weather this week would have made me consider driving in the past but now that distraction doesn't exist and I just have to figure out how to stay dry.
So far the car is not missed, it's too bad we didn't sell it a long time ago.
3/24/09
3/1/09
oh deer
The sun was out on Saturday the temps were up and I was getting anxious to ride something dirtish or at least not easy. H8tr, site of the MBM, delivered.
The initial spur off the Southwest commuter path was unrideable snow but it got better after the railroad bridge. Hmm, better, let me be more clear. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being pavement and 10 being unrideable this trail was just retarded. Walkers and animals cratered up the snow and then freezing rain gave it a nice thick coating of ice. The studs on the frankenbike are now rounded and useless, there are bruises to prove it.
An unfortunate soul is resting in the middle of the trail.
The sounds of yielding ice and snow were better than any earbuds could provide. The auditory experience changed frequently and dramatically as the snow mutated from to shadows, puddles, fields and pedestrians. Franken bike dropped his chain several times but we've come to an understanding about this sort of behavior, he doesn't pretend to work perfectly and I don't give him too hard a time about it and we always make it where we're going.
All in all about two and a half hours of saddle time and at least some of it was dirty.
The initial spur off the Southwest commuter path was unrideable snow but it got better after the railroad bridge. Hmm, better, let me be more clear. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being pavement and 10 being unrideable this trail was just retarded. Walkers and animals cratered up the snow and then freezing rain gave it a nice thick coating of ice. The studs on the frankenbike are now rounded and useless, there are bruises to prove it.
An unfortunate soul is resting in the middle of the trail.
The sounds of yielding ice and snow were better than any earbuds could provide. The auditory experience changed frequently and dramatically as the snow mutated from to shadows, puddles, fields and pedestrians. Franken bike dropped his chain several times but we've come to an understanding about this sort of behavior, he doesn't pretend to work perfectly and I don't give him too hard a time about it and we always make it where we're going.
All in all about two and a half hours of saddle time and at least some of it was dirty.
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