KelOnWheels
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Bake feets! Someone should ride up & down the MVT with one and sell hot cocoa and pastries in the mornings. I think that would be nice. (At night they could have sausages & beer.)
I maintain that a one bedroom apartment counts as “rooms”, as there is the room what is the bedroom, and the room what is not the bedroom.
I HAS ADRORABLE RAMBLINGS!
I can’t decide if I do or do not want to see marshmallow-flavored daisies wafting out of Dirt’s shorts. Also I am not checking to see if they are really marshmallow-flavored.
Why DOES Superman have to hold his arms up to fly? Does he have armpit jets?
I like seeing people’s blinky taillights out on the trail. It’s like the Secret Sign of the Bike Commuter.
Also I think Miss Manners would say (in fact I know she would) that it is more obnoxious to point out that you think someone is being obnoxious than the original commission of the obnoxiousery-ness. Thing. Which blinky taillights are not.
Dude must have really needed to complain about something. Was anybody else like TERRIFIED of their mom’s pressure cooker back in the day? That thing used to freak me out, going all PSHH PSHH PSHH PSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! on the stove.
Bike commuting is awesome! (Today is a running day. Noooo bike for me.)
@benbhsu 30527 wrote:
This. A thousand times this. Sunday as well, especially when you’re used to the 6am MVT commute.
I was particularly amused by the beefy young gentleman running 4MRT with earbuds in, who appeared to be moving up to pass the nice young lady politely running on the right of the trail, but was then apparently so taken with her graceful running form that he had to stay right next to her and block up the entire trail since there were more runners coming the other direction.
I rang my bell to indicate that I was behind him and would like to perhaps eventually pass sometime that day if it would not inconvenience him too much, but the young gentleman apparently was unable to hear me over his music, his overly loud and terribly inefficient footstrikes, and, no doubt, the fervent beating of his lovestruck heart.
As there was another cyclist behind me by this time, I rang my bell a few more times, still with no effect. (The young lady glanced back and knew we were there, but as she was already all the way to the right and couldn’t shake Beefy Boy, her options were limited.)
I ended up practicing my slow riding directly behind the aforementioned young gentleman’s left shoulder, ringing my bell continuously and peacefully calling out speculative inquiries such as “YOU CAN’T HEAR ME, CAN YOU?” and “I’D LIKE TO BE PASSING ON YOUR LEFT, DO YOU THINK MAYBE THAT COULD HAPPEN?” until I could get around him to pass. I’m pretty sure I made the cyclist behind me laugh, anyway.
Rest day today. Do not like.
Rode Saturday, which was supposed to be rest day. MVT on Saturday is craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy!
I was planning on taking the Confident City Cycling class again but I was a little too Confident in thinking it would be in the same location as last time and didn’t actually check that before heading out, so I didn’t get there in time. Oh well. I had tasty brunch instead
Then I looked at Surly Cross-Checks at CityBikes and then I noticed my rear tire looked sketchy so I wandered over to BicycleSpace and inquired about it and they said it was fine for now so then I purchased a tasty ginger ale from them as I did not need to purchase a new tire and I admired all the adorable wee Bromptons and shiny Pashleys and things that they had there. Then I left in what I thought would be plenty of time to get home before the storm rolled in, but it was not. So then I hung out in an underpass with a bunch of other people and a lot of spiders and it got very cold and I was glad I had my rain jacket and then I rode to Shirlington in the rain and had hot tea and then I rode home and wiped rain goo off my bike and had a hot bath and a nap.
Then on Sunday I ran again, because I am weird like that. The boardwalk bits on the MVT were rather slippery and twiggy and leafy so I was not a fan of those bits. I can see why people wipe out on those a lot.
How YOU doin?
Observations:
Lara Bar Cherry Pie flavor is my new #1 choice for Bar to Carry in Jersey Pocket on Hot Day. It’s just like fresh baked!
Two water bottles would have been good today.
People on CaBis wobble. (But they usually don’t fall down.)
Passed someone in a Bike Arlington jersey on a red (?) bike headed DC-ward as I was coming off Teh Brij onto the MVT.
The wind blows in many directions on Gravelly Point. So do I.
At this point I could stop carrying the messenger bag and just stuff everything into the back of my bike shorts. Pretty sure it would fit.
Saw Cool Sunglasses Pinarello Guy in Shirlington. He has cool sunglasses.
Apparently the correct way to drive through the middle of Shirlington is to firmly close one’s eyes and gun it.
I have a bike glove tan.
Bike commuting rocks!
