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magidLast weekend, it snowed the whole weekend, leaving somewhere between a foot and two feet of snow. This weekend? Ridiculously warm, up to the 60s (F) today. (The snow still remaining by the sides of the road are a testament to just how much snow fell; it hasn't yet wholly melted.) So I went out for a bike ride. It's been far too long since I was on the bike (the beginning of the month), and it's not like there's going to be any better weather (in fact, it felt like I was getting away with something :-), even though a lot of the pavement was still wet. And it was great not to have to think about zillions of layers. I left rather late, around 4 P.M., when a lot of the cars already had their lights on, telling myself a quick ride would be good. I ended up going to Lexington green and back, a bit more than 18 miles, which isn't long, but certainly isn't short! Happily, the bike headlight still had juice (I had a backup to wear if not, but it's a bit annoying wearing it at the same time as the helmet). The ride showed me how much I need to ride more!
The roads in Cambridge were ok, with some sand and such by the edges. Once I got farther out in Arlington and Lexington, though, the roads were wetter, and there was more crud on them. There were times I could feel the stuff working into the pedals or the gears, interrupting the smooth rhythm (an extra fillip of nervousness, lest I was misreading that, and actually the bike was about to fall apart or something). And by the time I turned around, there was gunk on my riding gear: I don't have a rear fender, and this is definitely when to have one. I got home, stretched, started heating water for dinner, then spent over a quarter of an hour cleaning the bike off (after a similar time cleaning crud off the rest of my gear and me).
I'm contemplating biking to work tomorrow, but I still won't have a fender. I don't think I can manage to bring both work clothes and an extra set of bike clothes (in addition to breakfast and lunch). Hrm. I wonder if there's somewhere I could hang things to dry...
And on a wholly unrelated note: it suddenly hit me that Bloom County's basselope and the Grinch's dog Max are obviously first cousins, if not more closely related.
Also, I finally figured out my true superpower: transmogrification of leftovers.
The roads in Cambridge were ok, with some sand and such by the edges. Once I got farther out in Arlington and Lexington, though, the roads were wetter, and there was more crud on them. There were times I could feel the stuff working into the pedals or the gears, interrupting the smooth rhythm (an extra fillip of nervousness, lest I was misreading that, and actually the bike was about to fall apart or something). And by the time I turned around, there was gunk on my riding gear: I don't have a rear fender, and this is definitely when to have one. I got home, stretched, started heating water for dinner, then spent over a quarter of an hour cleaning the bike off (after a similar time cleaning crud off the rest of my gear and me).
I'm contemplating biking to work tomorrow, but I still won't have a fender. I don't think I can manage to bring both work clothes and an extra set of bike clothes (in addition to breakfast and lunch). Hrm. I wonder if there's somewhere I could hang things to dry...
And on a wholly unrelated note: it suddenly hit me that Bloom County's basselope and the Grinch's dog Max are obviously first cousins, if not more closely related.
Also, I finally figured out my true superpower: transmogrification of leftovers.