How Was Your Commute Today?

[kmehrzad]

I think it's worth reporting that there is nothing to report this morning.

What a dull day then, eh?

[pfunk12]

I had to stay late at work so instead of leaving at 4:30, I left at 5:30. I'm so used to cycling home when it was still light so I wasn't too thrilled with the darkness. I was about a mile from the spot where "the body" was supposedly located. All of a sudden, without warning, a cyclist comes flying up on my left and yells, "BOO!" I almost fell off the bike! It was Travis, a young kid I met a few weeks ago. We cycled home together on two occasions. I said, "Travis sweetie...let me tell you a story about a body." And then, "DON'T EVER SCARE ME AGAIN!" He said, "My bad, P...my bad." I couldn't stop laughing.

What a dull day then, eh?

[kmehrzad]

P -- What a scare! It's a week like this one that keeps your blood pumping. Travis could have easily given you a heart attack. Good thing you're in such great shape.

[pfunk12]

So glad tomorrow is my day off so I will NOT be commuting.

P -- What a scare! It's a week like this one that keeps your blood pumping. Travis could have easily given you a heart attack. Good thing you're in such great shape.

[7rider]

DH rode into the city tonight to meet me, so we could ride home together.
Well....sort of.
He called me when I was in the locker room getting ready. "My rear derailleur cable snapped," he reported. He was riding to our LBS for an emergency repair, and I would meet him there. The shop is just 1.5 miles from my office, so it was an easy trip there.
...a half hour of repair, lots of b.s., and general chit chat, and DH was done with a new cable.
So off we went for a ride home.
Now....DH was riding his sub-17 pound ti and carbon Seven ID8 road bike...which he rides against Cat 2 racers. Me....I was on my upright, flat bar commuter with a single pannier weighing about twice that. So....on our ride home, you can imagine I was a little out-gunned. Think: Ferrari vs. Hummer. Any time the road turned upwards (oh...and it was really windy, too), I got dropped off the back like a rock.
Was I wrong for being a little surly by the end of the ride?

[pfunk12]

No! Surly would have been an appropriate emotion.

Was I wrong for being a little surly by the end of the ride?

[HillSlugger]

DH rode into the city tonight to meet me, so we could ride home together.
Well....sort of.
He called me when I was in the locker room getting ready. "My rear derailleur cable snapped," he reported. He was riding to our LBS for an emergency repair, and I would meet him there. The shop is just 1.5 miles from my office, so it was an easy trip there.
...a half hour of repair, lots of b.s., and general chit chat, and DH was done with a new cable.
So off we went for a ride home.
Now....DH was riding his sub-17 pound ti and carbon Seven ID8 road bike...which he rides against Cat 2 racers. Me....I was on my upright, flat bar commuter with a single pannier weighing about twice that. So....on our ride home, you can imagine I was a little out-gunned. Think: Ferrari vs. Hummer. Any time the road turned upwards (oh...and it was really windy, too), I got dropped off the back like a rock.
Was I wrong for being a little surly by the end of the ride?

He definitely should have been doing a better job of pulling!

[Melalvai]

Dumb college kid in an SUV yelled "Laaaaance!" as he passed. That worries me. What are they teaching kids these days?? Lance is fast. I am slow. Lance rides cool bikes. I ride a fred bike. I look nothing like Lance. Lance has one testicle more than I do. I have one ovary more than Lance does. That poor fellow will never graduate college, I believe.

Round the next corner is a pedestrian crossing to the Vet Hospital. I stop at that stop sign reflexively. It's automatic, I don't think about it. Rarely is there a pedestrian in the crosswalk, but this time there was. He proceeded, I proceeded. He turned around in the middle of the road, and announced:

"Congratulations, you are the first cyclist in ten years I have seen stop at that stop sign."

I smiled the rest of the way home.