Monday, November 30, 2009
A Temporary Death of Inertia
To the Home Depot for secret Big Dummy dog project supplies, then 40 pounds of cat litter from the friendly ladies of Whole Pets...
And to the remarkably unfriendly local post office, to pick up a prezzie to me (new bike pedals!)...
Couldn't tell you how many miles. 10? 4? I need to put a cycloputer on this bitch.
Edit: I found the miles. 6. Moi je suis le super-dork.
Edit encore: Add some eggs and soy milk to today's on-Dummy list. This is exactly the type of thing I hate doing with the car: "Ah shit, we need a sprig of dill for this recipe. We'll just run down to the store in our car." The store is half a mile away, but we're almost as lazy as the rest of America. Tonight it was eggs and milk (and dill, in fact). Faster on the bike.
Thinking vs. Doing vs. Thinking
I'm also a shitty Big Dummy-ist. I'm amazed at how much shit gets in the way of biking, and working on bikes, and writing about bikes. I did a whole season of cyclocross after I last wrote you -- and did it pretty well, too, popping my first podium with a 3rd place a year ago this week. There was that, then a sprained ankle, then a long but apathetic ski season, then this and that and some other things that just made the rest of the last 12 months rather deadened. I did make a building, hey-ho. But the rest of the stuff was a little dead-end. And entirely lacking in Big Dummy.
But I don't know if it's the fall or the lack of cyclocross this year (too lazy in between bouts of being to busy), but I'm back on my BD kick. More is coming. More. Coming. Right now. Today.
Monday, September 22, 2008
It Lives!
- to the shop for some shiny white bottle cages and toeclips (with which much strapping of cargo will be done)
- to Home Depot for three boxes of cap nails for a near-future roofing project
- and to the Whole Foods (or as my friend Chivers just called it, "White People") for 384 ounces of soy milks and juice, plus some bread and a box full of eggs.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Il Est Arrivée!, pt. deux
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Jealousy
A few weeks ago we bought my wife a new commuter bike: a Novara Transfer from REI. Lovely little bike, racks and saddlebags and a light that shines when the front wheel spins. Totally hubba hubba, a who's-that-girl kind of bike. ("I love my bike," she told me last night. "Whenever I see it, I just get so happy." Very romantic.)
She'd been trying to tool around town on her reg'lar ol' mountain bike, but with a laptop, jackets, a lock, whatever, this is a pain is the ass. She's not really the giant messenger cargo bag type. Neither am I, really -- it fucks with your shoulders. So I was deeply jealous of her and her new machine. Look at it:
I grew up riding bikes -- hopping the curbs on my BMX back in ABQ -- but it wasn't until high school that I got the supercrush. In the summer between my junior and senior years (after I got kicked out for the first of three times) I went on a cross-country bike tour from D.C. to Seattle, 3,000 miles, 47 days. Total heaven. I was with a group of about a hundred kids, from everywhere: Russia, Japan, Zanesville Ohio. We had six vans and a UHaul to cart our gear from town to town; we slept on high school gym floors or outside on the soccer field, like we did all across Montana, the sky all Milky Way, all the time, every night, heaven. It was a charity ride, for a group allegedly dedicated to ending world hunger -- not by digging wells in Africa or working for policy changes at the UN or handing out sandwiches, but by telling people about world hunger. Like, giving presentations about it. Raising awareness, I believe this is called. Total shit; I have no idea what they did with the money except make ugly t-shirts. The group was Youth Ending Hunger; the summer of bike was the Tour de YEH. Yes, the Tour de YAY!, like we were riding with balloons and streamers and clowns painting our faces. Bad cause, excellent summer. I joined as a junior evangelist for YEH (yay!), but I left as a lithe biker, in love with my legs and motion.
And now I'm in Boulder, where it's gotten really bad: spandex, specialized shoes and a $200 helmet, a road bike a mountain bike a singlespeed mountain bike a cyclocross bike a spare cyclocross bike and now, the Big Dummy. (It's not really so bad -- I sold my spare cross bike just the other day. For money to buy new bike parts.)
[That's me on the left there, after coming in 2nd place in the local short track series. Beat by a 13-year-old.]
I've tried to get off the car kick with these other, more specialized bicycles but, like I said, the main way is a big bag over your shoulder, and how many groceries and laptops and dogs can you really carry in your garish Chrome bag? (yeah, OK. The BD is totally the most specialized bike -- but it's also got the broadest base of specialization: to get all your shit somewhere else. And that puts the others to shame.) (At least in my head, because the damn thing isn't built yet so I haven't ridden it.)
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It rained all damn day yesterday -- like, Portland rain, deepest BC rain. Lovely. This morning, the sun out again, we went for a hike; the views to Summit County were already dusted with snow.
Which is beautiful but bad, because the BD's not done yet (drivetrain, brakes TK), and I deeply need to get some time on the thing before the four foot snows come back to Boulder.
Whatever, I'll ride it through those -- but I'd still like a little sunshine and trail dust time.