inside my mind on a bike ride.....

....hey, that gray cat on the porch there looks like the cat my brother had-whatever became of that cat anyway?....that guy's wasting gas there idling in his driveway.....where'd that person get that great giant red bee balm??....maybe I should get rid of my hollyhocks and put in bee balm next year....gotta remember to buy honey for my tea at the farmer's market on friday....oh yeah we have to play music there this friday....If Lauren doesn't come I can bring my banjo and get some good practice in!....if i get that chandelier drawing job done tonight I can spend an hour working on a couple new songs....look at that kid riding with no helmet, does his mother know??, gonna crack his skull somewhere, should I say something to him?....whoa!-mr.subaru that was passing just a bit close, like you can't move over 6 measley inches to give me just a tiny bit of safety room?....ok gear down a bit the big hill is coming up...
eeeeww my nose is running, oh well I need to wash these gloves again anyway....uh oh what's that little clicking sound, is it coming from my bottom bracket?.....a shoelace maybe?.....don't look at that squirrel with the squished head....NO don't look!...darn I looked :( .......Jeez it's hot, a cool shower is waiting just what, 8 miles away....oooh I like that copper color on the Honda Fit!....what on earth is that lady thinking of wearing those white shorts, doesn't she know?....QUICK avoid that hole....I should get some new tires for my other bike....there's a mourning dove calling....God I love the sound of mourning doves....and crickets.....i remember the crickets I brought home from summer camp when I was 9 and how they sang in my room at night.....


I never get bored riding my bike. :)

Nice one, yes, I can definitely relate to that.

It's odd how your brain sometimes just has a mind of it's own.............:confused:

Made me chuckle at this early time of the morning.

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I think mine goes something like this:

....weeeeee, bikes are fun... people at work are st00pid Lyons isn't that far... hmmm, it's really hot.... oooh donation bikes, bet something in there needs my wrenching skills.... huh this is not a hill, really, yet I am already sick of climbing... la la taking the lane makes me feel like a real roadie... hmmmm grabbing water bottle is an excuse to coast... ooooh mini golf and go carts, can I do that in cleats... downhill? downhill? sort of, not long enough... real downhill, big shift, ooops too much shift... Lyons 12 miles, nonsense and hogwash! .... ugh, big hill, trying, trying, walking... why am I walking when the hot guy rides by, do I need anything? yes your phone number, wait my ankle is broken can you give me a ride home? ... maybe I'll just go to Nelson road and, no told everyone I'm going to Lyons... is that, Nelson? nooo Neva Rd, ha ha "Neva say neva" keep pedaling... energy gels are yucky, but I didn't gag yet, pleh, I gagged... uh oh out of water, over shifted again, stupid chain... oh signs of life on farm, use jersey cleavage to procure water... farmer says 3.5 miles to lyons, I can smell the burger... BIG downhill, ZOMG BIG DOWNHILL!!!!... drops are scary, skinny tires, oh gawd, scary, fun, scary, fun, scary, FUUUUUUN!!!! ... burger, burger, burger.... mmmmmm guilt free beer and burger on the patio, bikes are good...

yup that is about how it goes. Yesterday's commute:

Wow my legs feel good...It doesn't feel too bad for 97....look at the silly dauchsund...I wonder if Nanny's nursing home has somewhere to put my bike...oh bad railroad tracks butt up...damn bike lane ending...that guy looks like a regular rider why is he on the sidewalk...whoa easy crossing traffic....wonder if the train in NM is worth it...stop sign...man I have a lot on my plate at work...I never make this stupid light....oh look the shoulder is closed that is a pain...old high school.... I wish it was only 5 miles home and not another 20...it is hot...this saddle isn't working for me how do other women ride these...glad I remembered the sunscreen the sun is intense...Harley is that dad....yuck the hilly part...double yuck poor armadillo...what is the noise on my bike...what should I make for dinner...that poor bird how did it die...look DH is passing me...go Ama turned down the ride home in the car...wish I had taken that ride...oh look the goats are out...dang the babies are in a different pasture...I hate this false flat...thank goodness for shade...cross the highway eek...look I didn't know they had cows in that field...ahh home!

How did I get a tailwind up route 3?
Don't think or I'll jinx it.
People walk in that cemetary.
Someone is crossing route 3 up ahead. Old man, black socks.
People walk on route 3? If he'd come out by the fruit stand instead of the parking area he would have a nicer walk.
Hawk! With a rabbit!
Don't forget to tell Tom you saw a hawk with a rabbit.
Hill.
A B C D E F G... doing the alpahabet makes hills easy.
H I J k l i wish I could get the alpahabet out of my head.
Motorcycles eat less fuel. Two motorcycles. No, three!
I could pick up the bike path earlier.
Glass. On the bike path.
Is Martha going to ride today?
All the people on the bus. And here I am.
After mile 12 only an hour... maybe less because I'm done with hills.
A B C D...
That Spoon song - not Underdog but the other one... oh yeah.
That lady should wear a helmet.
I hate when my bag slides. There.
Billboard! Newman's Own coffee... and McDonald's. Now there's an oxymoron.
McDonald's, Walmart, Target. Greenwash.
UhP POTHOLE *upHP!* Gaddamnit I hope I didn't break something.
Sigh. If I got a flat.
Out here.
Uhgh.
I did get a flat. But T was home. I could call for moral support.
I'd call Janet. She'd come get me.
Or change the flat and call work.
Or walk to like, a bus stop.
Good morning ladies on the bike path!
I like that soap factory. It smells good.
When I take the bike path, I get to see the river. And go fast wheeee!
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:p
:o squirrel!
:confused: go that way.
:eek:
:rolleyes: Yeah, that's right.
:cool:

I have to say, that other than trying to not run into potholes, get chased by dogs or hit by cars, the time that I'm on my bike is for preventing brain activity!
It is the only time that my WORLD CLASS ability to WORRY ceases. And when I say Worry- a therapist once said my habit would place me with a silver medal in the worry olympics. I mean to get rid of all of that on a bike ride. I don't think about anything! If I observe something interesting, I never remember it by the time I get home. Every once in a while I run out of things to worry about, and then my brain manufactures new stuff to worry about. So, the bike ride is like Zen or meditation or something like drugs, but more healthy.

I'm off to do a brick. I'll try to notice what's in my mind and let you know.

I agree with you BeccaB. I am also a world class worrier and cycling allows my brain to shut off and think of nothing else but when to shift and how hard I can push myself. Gotta love it when you can put all thoughts aside.

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Originally Posted by beancounterbeth

I agree with you BeccaB. I am also a world class worrier and cycling allows my brain to shut off and think of nothing else but when to shift and how hard I can push myself. Gotta love it when you can put all thoughts aside.

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I can forget most of the world, but I still find a little space to worry about cars.

+1 on thinking about nothing. The only thinkg going through my brain is the wind going from one ear to the other.

I am a world class worrier too. My brain does all the thinking right before I go to sleep grr. I think my brain takes everything in though, because I have the ability to recall every turn, hill, where it gets cool by the creek, which horses live where, what kind of cows live in this pasture, etc.

How do you all type all that while riding your bike? :confused:

OMG these posts are making me laugh! I so relate to this though:

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Originally Posted by BleeckerSt_Girl

don't look at that squirrel with the squished head....NO don't look!...darn I looked :(

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I always promise myself I won't look directly at road kill, and then I do anyway. What is that??? It's like some kind of mental disorder!

You know what's funny? I REMEMBER my ride rambles. I get home and they are playing like a track in my head.

Sometimes, a song I had in my head on the ride will keep playing.

...driving me nuts in the process.

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Originally Posted by rij73

OMG these posts are making me laugh! I so relate to this though:



I always promise myself I won't look directly at road kill, and then I do anyway. What is that??? It's like some kind of mental disorder!

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It's the same thing as straining to see an accident as you pass by. I think it's some sort of primal reassurance in the knowledge that that awful thing did not happen to YOU.
Sometimes when I try really hard I manage to not look at the road kill as I pass it, but it ain't easy! :o I do try to always hold my breath though.

also, trying to not breathe near road kill, because of the bugs it attracts. I've actually eaten a few bugs just from having to breathe. Eeewww!