I rode down to Terese’s place and back for Easter weekend. The weather was great. When I got there I was just in time for a very nice salmon dinner. I didn’t stop eating until I left Sunday at 5pm. I rode pretty hard and was making good time so of course as I was getting into Hartford I didn’t want to be bothered with all the red lights. I guess that even if you don’t want too, you have to stop at all the lights and a cop came after me as I breezed through downtown west Hartford. It would never happen in Hartford but west Hartford well I should have known better. So I guess the lesson here is if you see cop stopped at an intersection don’t go through the stop light at 20mph and if you do don’t look at him in the face because then I guess you are “challenging him to come after you”. LOL
Category: Ike
TRIP 2: This past weekend I put the bike in the back of Terese’s car and rode with her home in time to catch a nice chicken dinner. I knew it was going to rain the next day 100% chance when I decided that I would bike back. The next day I put on 9 layers on top and less on bottom. By mile 3 I was soaked and had dirt in my mouth and water bottles from the constant spray of my tires. More annoying was having to wear my glasses which were fogging and reduced visibility significantly yet a better option than getting dirt in my eyes. I was completely drenched but glad I made the trip. I am sure it wouldn’t have stopped Devon so no reason that it should stop me. It was wet but not too cold so honestly I have seen worse.
TRIP 1: My first serious trip was down to Bethany CT to see Terese. Round trip it is a 66 mile trip. The first time I made the trip down was at night which was fine until my light went out right as I was hitting the small mountain that Terese lives on the other side of. Short of 750 feet of elevation in less than a mile, no light, no shoulder… no crying? But, when I got there it was rewarding.
The return trip was a bit more ridiculous. I left and made great time. I decided to stop at a random gas station to top off the tires since I have done n0 maintenance thus far this year. After speaking with Rolando he assured me that I shouldn’t have a problem using a gas station air pump. Skip ahead 5 minutes and I had given myself a flat tire. Rolando couldn’t pick me up because I had taken the car keys with me (the whole point of me taking the bike was so Rolando could use the car, but so much for that ) so after walking a mile with the my bike and self inflicted flat tire I hitched a ride with a nice round jolly man in a red pickup truck to the nearest bike shop 3 miles away to have them fill my flat. To my unsurprise they couldn’t find anything wrong with my tire… TRIP 1 SUCCESS
So about a month ago I took my first 20 mile ride down to PO-KEP-C. It was nice and despite having very hard nipples I took my shirt off. Since then I have used the black beauty more as a transportation vehicle. My car is on the brink of death so I have decided to put as much of the burden of my mobility on the bike as I can.
I have had the bike about a year now. In one year I have put on about 1750 miles so not to shaby. If you figure 15 miles an hour on average that is about 120 hours of sitting on my bike. My ass has less fat on it then when I started but seems to have a higher pain tolerance. Perhaps Devon had ulterior motives?