Crankin' Glad he is okay!
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Crankin' Glad he is okay!
Crankin, I am so glad your DS is ok!
I just spoke with him. He was in CVS, looking for gauze to cover his arm. He sounded slightly annoyed I was concerned, but it's my job. He did say the bike is perfectly fine and he did not fall anywhere near his head, the helmet is fine.
We'll see how quickly he gets back on the bike.
Oh boy. Glad he's OK. (although ... gauze on road rash? :eek:)
So long as it's the non-stick kind. Sometimes there isn't anything else I've been able to find to cover it (DH's crashes - and one of my own).Quote:
Originally Posted by OakLeaf
Crankin, glad your son is okay.
Crankin, Ach! Boys!
Reesha, I wear a rainbow one under my helmet to proclaim, "I am the world champion of this here commute!"
I think he wanted it so as not to gross out friends and co-workers. He remembers when DS #2 went to school many times with serious oozing road rash after crashing in races (not supposed to cover it, right?), and caused several of the girls at Acton Boxborough Regional High School to nearly faint.
Glad he's okay.
Dear self:
Go get the burrito. Then go somewhere to study, or something. It's hot in here.
Dear fellow church members,
Yes, I almost always get to church by bicycle. Why do you find that strange? With the short distance, stop lights, and parking issues at our downtown cathedral, the bike is generally quicker door-to-door. Even if it weren't, the bike's more fun than the car.
I think it's weird that of the 800 or so that worshipped at our place this morning, only 2 of us came by bike. And I know that some of y'all live within 2 miles-- isn't it strange that you're wasting money on gas driving someplace so close?
They must be Iowans- apparently Iowans don't like to go anywhere they can't drive. I felt like I was taking my life in my hands yesterday to walk from the hotel the mile to a drugstore for some necessities and back. No sidewalk, walking from parking lot to grass to parking lot and in the shoulder on the bridge across the freeway.Quote:
Originally Posted by skhill
An occasional worn down foot path in the grass and weeds but few and far between.
drugstore had a sidewalk that started on one side and ended at the other side by running into the highway.
Very strange
Crankin,
So glad your son is okay and made it home safe. Bet his wife isn't real happy with him either. LOL. My husband was so mad when he came to the hospital from my accident, it was kind of cute.
Dear Powers That Be,
I found on Craigslist some tires for my Mukluk. Please drop 125 my way via the items I'm selling on CL or have money fall from the sky.
If you really insist I use any money to pay the hospital bill, I understand, but bike stuff is way more fun.
Skhill, what do you wear when you go to church services on the bike?
I am just wondering. It took me years to be able to even walk into the sanctuary of my synagogue in pants (:eek:, I know, this brands me as very old fashioned). While nobody gets super dressed up anymore, there is an expectation of, let's say, wearing work type clothes, not jeans. I couldn't go into a Friday night service in my cycling clothes! Do you wear regular street clothes?
I was wondering the same thing, but maybe you live close? I would love to do the same but live about 14 miles away, no place to store my bike and even if I didn't sing in the choir I have the same problem Crankin has.Quote:
Originally Posted by Crankin
Street clothes, absolutely. It's only 1.5 miles, after all. Yesterday I was wearing a knee-length skirt (with compression shorts underneath), and had dressy shoes in my trunk bag. Between choir and verger duty, I'm usually in a cassock for services anyway, and you can get away with almost anything under a cassock, as long as the shoes are presentable...Quote:
Originally Posted by Crankin
OK, that's what I thought. I would have to invest in some longer skirts I could wear cycling shorts under or bring a change. It's anywhere between 7-9 miles and hilly, so that means sweaty.
Maybe that would get me back to going there...
I did ride my bike to a special service by a pond where we symbolically "throw away our sins" during Rosh Hashanah. It was only about 3 miles from my house and I wore regular cycling clothes. Let's just say it was kind of distracting, especially when the rabbi had to come over and pick up my bike to see how little it weighed :).
Dear FedEx:
Your green campaign is a joke. Sending a package to Oregon, up to northern Washington, and back to Oregon is at least 370 miles of fuel-burning idiocy.
~SK
In situation like these, I find that some nice golfing clothes work well. Alot of the tops are dressier and yet cooling and wicking. A nice skort or longer skirt over bike shorts or liners and a nice bondi band to keep the sweat off the face and the hair in line--and you're good to go!Quote:
Originally Posted by Crankin
I have a couple of "polo" style casual cycling shirts, and yes, I've seen some of the cool looking golf clothes in the Athleta catalogue. I think my Athleta "whatever" skort would be perfect, I wear it to work. But, I just can't ride without chamois. My azz and other parts just are not tough enough.
Dear Dishwasher Repairman #2,
Please fix my dishwasher and don't charge me too much. The first guy apparently didn't know what he was doing the three times he's been out to fix it, and I've already dropped way too much cash into this thing. I certainly won't use them again, even though I try to support local businesses. I've basically not had a consistently working dishwasher since December...I grew up without one so I do know how to wash dishes in the sink, but I sure prefer to have a dishwasher!
If its a big fix, I might as well get a new one, and it most likely will not be another Bosch.
Signed,
Madge
Dear former coworker. I no longer work there, I am not available to answer your work related questions. Our fine employer did not see fit to give me the promised promotion, so I left. I'm certainly not going to work for free now. Stop emailing me with light breezy messages, then drop a "Oh, how do I do this..." question at the end.
Dear Friday afternoon drivers. I'll be heading for home in three hours. Please don't honk, yell or aim at me this Friday. Last Friday, you scared me to death and almost knocked me down. Thanks.:(
Dear Dishwasher,
You haven't worked in weeks, and you haven't worked consistently in six months. So why is it, when the repair guy comes out to fix you (or replace you), you suddenly hum along like a new machine? I bet when I load you up with dirty dishes, you'll find some excuse to not work again...
-Madge
Dear murdering sob raccoons who keep raiding my backyard/ chickens at 4 am,
You may have gotten one last weekend while the AC unit was on, but now I have an alarm system permanently armed (my sheltie) and as you discovered this time I am not afraid to streak across my backyard in my underwear throwing bricks and swinging a 2 x 4. May your lesson be learned quickly. Otherwise there may be a humane trap and a less humane end in your future.
Dear young children in the neighborhood, I know you have fun on your little electric car...but please try to stay off of our garden area and grass area. I spent quite a bit of time trying to make it look nice, spent quite a bit of money and we have sprinklers in there too. Your parents should be out there watching you I would think..(They range in ages from 4 to 8). I spoke to you last night when I stopped you from going up and down the sidewalks and I am sure your parents are mad at me know because DH saw you walking up and down the sidewalks with your kids shortly after I spoke with them. Why do I have to be the "mean" lad on the street.:(
Dear Family of cyclists on the MUT,
I know you love riding.
I know you love your family.
Can you please find a more reasonable, sensible, less idiotic and moronic way of doing it than the one I saw you demonstrate today?
Lots of options to choose from depending on age and ability of the fruit of your loins: trailers, trail-a-bikes or the less equipment intensive formation of a parent in front, parent in back and the 3.5 children or however many there were riding in between parental units.
Whose bright idea was it to tie the entire party and their bikes together with ropes as if you're heading for an assault on Mt Ranier, ice picks in hand, crampons on the boots, all set for crossing the crevasses?
Yet there you were in formation at the side of the trail your Walmart bikes each tied stem to stern with nylon rope. :rolleyes:
I hope I don't read in the news tonight any one of a myriad of disasters I could imagine:
:eek: little Timmy falls, drags entire family into Lake Washington ...
:eek: little Sally strays left and knocks out blind runner and her dog ...
Or maybe this was some 20/20 experiment like the "What Would You Do?" series and I should have stopped to ask "Uh, are you sure you want to do this??"
I hope someone does.
I hope one of you looks up, sees a trail-a-bike and says "Honey? Can we get some of those?" Maybe a cycling family will stop and show you the ropes so to speak.
I regret not stopping to talk with you but hope you get the idea for your and my safety.
Wow Trek..although I am not suprised..:o I just don't get people these days. I feel kind of bad about talking to those kids last night.. ( read my above post) but then again I don't because they were damaging things in my yard. I tend to be non-confrontational so I always feel real bad when I do and always second guess myself. Maybe I need to move away from everybody and everything..:o I keep telling my husband that one day I am going to be "the crazy cat lady" :p
I could not believe my eyes. I've seen and done some crazy things in my life but never this on a bike. :rolleyes: The kids are likely roped together because their parents feel they lack some intrinsic basic cycling skills. They are small kids, of course they do. :rolleyes:
How can the parents not envision the possibilities of what momentum + traffic + kids who can neither brake nor handle a bike + Cervello TT riders on the MUT for whom anyone slower than them becomes a travesty will become?
How did these two make it to adulthood and reproduce?
Take the kids out one by one and teach each one to ride. There's another sensible idea. :rolleyes:
Dear coworkers: I know; the automatic lights that we now have in the various spaces in our office are pretty nifty. There's no need to turn on the light when you go into a space; it just goes on automatically. And it will turn turn off automatically, assuming it doesn't detect any movement, in ten minutes. But, you do realize that you can still manually turn off the light, right? So, when you go to get something out of the supply closet, why not just turn off the light instead of letting the auto-feature turn it off ten minutes later? I know you're not that lazy, right. :rolleyes:
Dear Cigarettes,
For the love of all that is good and natural, leave my senses alone. I must break free of you at once and for all, forever. Why do I continue to crave your poisonous puffs? Especially now, with my aunt just out of the hospital, on oxygen probably for the rest of her life - because of YOU! You're some kind of botanical demon, offering temporary satisfaction that only leads to pain and suffering in the end. I have to be strong, stronger than you. I will not let you defeat me. Victory will be mine. I truly believe that by trusting in Spirit, I will overcome this.
Screeve1
Trek, I've seen some pretty dumb things on the bike path, but that takes the cake. Just curious-- was anyone wearing a helmet?
Dear VFFs,
You have spoiled me. After all the hours running in you and walking you, I can't bear to put on women's dress shoes. My toes expect space and freedom! And now, I hurt if I try to run in non-minimalist shoes. Just a spontaneous .25 miles with a bouncy dog in the park, and my ankles were aching the next day.
Good question. I was too shocked to check. I'll go back out there and see if there's 5 tiny ghost bikes all roped together. :confused:Quote:
Originally Posted by skhill
Not to make light of crashes but :eek: :eek: :eek:
Dear boyfriend-please take heed of my advice in traffic and don't be afraid to follow me when I jump in the flow of things. I wait safe distances, use signals and go with the right of way. We should be side by side at all intersections. Last weekend, when we rode (only the second time you went with me, so I'm trying to be patient) I was in the lane we were supposed to be in and you were in the far right two car widths and lanes away from me. You were in the right hand turn lane when we were going straight. After you went straight, you continued to stay in the far right shoulder even when we were making an immediate left turn so then I had to make the turn and wait several minutes for you to get across the traffic lanes when you could have been with me the whole time! Plus, I can't look out for you when you are two car widths away from me. Oh, and you don't use hand signals so everyone probably assumed you were going to turn right. We are lucky your still alive. I hope you heeded my advice that you could get killed riding your bike in traffic like that. I told you TWICE to not be afraid and explained what the rules were. I hope you use signals when your out riding alone. I realize your new at this but be smart. People get killed on bikes all the time in our community.:mad:
Dear Assisted Living Staff,
I don't find any humor with a 7am phone call to tell me my Dad fell out of bed THREE DAYS AGO. Seeing the number on my phone so early in the morning immediately brought on feelings of fear that something was wrong. Gee, ya think my short reply may have been connected to that... OH and to so flippantly request that I get him a bed closer to the floor, gee you would think I have all the time and money in the world. Okay going to drink more coffee, and get over it now.
That is just wrong!! I work in long term care and families should be notified ASAP when things like this happen.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sky King
Dear women hikers who had their 60+ pound dogs off lead on a mountain bike trail. Are you daft? I had not one, but two, large dogs running full speed at me while you were nowhere to be seen. You're lucky no one got hurt. I was proud of myself for restraining my angry when I finally ran into you, but I really wanted to yell a few expletives at you. Idiots.
Dear university:
I know there's that new financial aid rule that says I have to make satisfactory academic progress and therefore my summer aid won't be disbursed until final grades are in. Newsflash: Summer classes start MONDAY. Final grades are due Wednesday. Also: I'm a grad student. If my GPA is anything less than a 3.0, I get kicked out. "Satisfactory academic progress" is mandatory, don't you think? Jerks.
Dear In-Laws,
I was so excited when you called and asked what DS would like for his birthday. I gave so many suggestions: beach toys, toy guitar (this kid LOVES music!), his own hydration pack for family hikes, explorer toys like butterfly net, compass, etc. And then you asked if he'd like at truck for the sand box--while he likes trucks he already has dozens of them.
Considering that you all have only ever bought him toy trucks and he has an overflowing fleet of them, did ALL of you really need to buy him MORE trucks for his birthday? Even after you asked and I suggested something else?
10 birthday presents. 10 trucks. DS's disappointment could be seen by all. He just wanted a guitar and a hydration pack :(
Sigh.
~Limewave
DD,
Thank you for innocently saying something I could not. "Bear already has a bunch of trucks. He has that exact one! He has so many we just donated a bunch to church. Maybe we should give these to church? Why does Bear only get trucks?"
Love you kid.
~Your mom
Indy, I could not have restrained myself from uttering angry swear words in a situation that compromised safety on the trail. You are a better person than me!
I've had one-two dog altercations on the road, right on my street. Dealing with my idiot neighbor was bad enough, but I was truly scared for my safety with a dog running at me. I used what I learned here on TE and it worked, but the situation didn't make my fear of dogs better. I just am not an animal lover, which I have always been hesitant to state here, but usually, if a dog is well behaved (i.e. has a well behaved owner), I can tolerate it.
People just don't think.
Limewave- you have all my sympathy!
My kids have never forgiven my mother-in-law for giving them scotch tape in a Christmas stocking (never mind we mainly celebrate Chanukah) and getting my son matchbox cars at age 12.