…. okay, so now all I remember is the last digit of the license was 0 and it was letters like mine (BC7) … which wasn’t a priority anyway… but I’m tooling down Urbana road and this little car is backing out of the driveway — okay, there’s room, you can actually do that around… no, you’re just backing clear all the way across the road. Your window is down a crack so I say something like “You might try watching where you’re going.” You startle and say, “I’m sorry,” but you really look like … in hindsight, like poor people on bicycles really aren’t worth your time (my car’s a whole lot nicer than yours but who’s counting). So I say “It’s a good thing I was watching, because you sure weren’t,” and you whine “I said I was sorry!” I finished with “try not to kill anybody today” as she pulled away. I’m sure she thinks I’m a mentally challenged whatever inconveniencing her day… the condition of the car spoke of previous incompetence.
Of course, other more typical interactions — turning left on Main and yes, the fellow in the sedan waited for me and waved before pulling out…
… but no, I didn’t see my keys. Matter can’t be created or destroyed and I distinctly remember dropping them into my bag before leaving and noting that to self (I didn’t have the ‘hands’ to get to the pocket they usually go into). Couldn’t find them at work. Remembered on ride in (scrutinizing shoulders, though … I’m pretty good at discerning when something jumps off the bike onto the road. Yes, I was mindful of every pothole & rough spot 🙂
Remembered that … turning the bicycl upside down and shaking it has worked. Sigh, not this time …. keys still utterly AWOL.
… no longer… they’d gotten into the toaster pastry box in the bag. So when student asked for poptarts I picked up the box and it jangled. 🙂
(and… the letters were actually exactly like mine. When I’m leaving earlier, the car’s still in the driveway…)
Monday! Enough thunder to decide to take bus until… I put the car in the garage and that made me want to ride. (Thought about driving b/c it might clean the car but I drove it yesterday.) Checked the radar… thunder over. Serious tailwind so on-time arrival w/ drowned rat award… but the goretex did a pretty good job. (The LL Bean “rain pants” okay — but not really waterproof. )
So I’m plowing through campus and a professor-aged fellow crosses my path and I get a sincere and spontaneous “Niice!” I interpreted it as “Badass!” 🙂
Saturday was like that, too. I put off riding ’cause I was actually being productive, and then it was sleeting… but I did have a letter I had to mail. It felt so good to be out riding… so I turned it into 7 miles. I’m thinking I jus thave to sign up for Calvin’s Challenge.
Hoping the nasty orange blob has worked through by 6:00…
I had a meeting early this a.m. and I thought… okay, really, you should take the car thing. It’s been about two weeks… it started right up in the garage (door open)… because I haven’t been really on time for a week or three.
Except I was rolling the bicycle down the driveway at 7:0something because … motivation. The early morning body has its own mind and wanted to ride. I don’t even think I forgot anything.
The meeting also was relatively painless. I commuted slowly, in “thinking” mode as opposed to “Let’s get there and the endorphin buzz” mode… but still had time to work in an extra quarter mile or so 🙂
Yesterday had a couple of close-ish calls. My “University to New to Clark” zigzag means a left from New St. to Clark and a car came and stopped on Clark… but started going forward while I was still in the intersection. I’m *pretty* sure I had just flapped a quick signal — thinking I’ll do that earlier — and I projected with all kinds of enunciation: “Hello! You have a Stop Sign And I Don’t!” (and then “Please LEarn to Drive…” a few seconds later…) Happy to say it wasn’t an “escalating” tone — more authoritative 🙂
Now, yesterday I also had the down side of the Waiting Culture — the bus that stops where I egress from the Eden Parking Lot arrived and … waited for folks to get seated, so I had an extra 25-30 seconds and then there was some other Reason People Waited…
…. Did the radio guy hear me when he said that? What are flurries?
If they’re not “few” and they’re not “light,” are they flurries? By the way, the “flurries” in question were … sticking. He qualified later, saying “but may be heavier in some areas,” esp. since there were wrecks on the interstate overpass on I-57 because it was iced up.
I rode in on the awesomely rehabilitated Transport. Hydraulic brakes in the rear, new pedals, everything lubricated… I *did* try to torque the wheels into skidding. I didn’t try *hard* but I did accelerate to discern that no, I wasn’t going to even begin to skid. I”m thinking the relative mass of my not so dainty bicycle to that of car things is why they’re sliding off the road and I’m not.
I also worked it a tiny bit (helped by significant headwinds).
Recently there was a sweet “culture of wait” moment at Race and Main. Pedestrian waiting to cross our N-S-bound Race… even though his light’s still green but he knows… light changes and the S-bound car waits a few seconds in case I’m going to blast through… but no, I wait for it, and … the sidewalk S-Bound cyclists just waits for everybody, pedestrians and cars and all. And we’re all heading where we’re going…
18 miles to go to match last year’s January 210 miles. Both years were pretty thoroughly interrupted weather-wise. Haven’t set up trainer yet. I’ve seen an ad for CycleOps Direct Drive trainer … 1200$… a lot of thing sI could do with that much $$…
I hope the wind dies down before I leave…
Also **heavy frost** this a.m. Radio said folks were sliding off I-74 left lane (so not left and right ;)) … and somebody at work said they saw a car that had been propelled and flipped from one of the exit ramps. I rode through it and didn’t try to accelerate hard, so was well within the coefficient of friction for safety. (Okay, I didn’t think ’til now to try to spin out — I was mildly marveling at the gentle crispness of it beneath my tyres and pondering the assorted factors determining whether or not something would slide…)
Transport is done so I need to pick it up… prob’ly tomorrow. So many buses go to the Round Barn stop now which is very close (its predecessor was close but across a very busy street).
Found trainer. No, it’s not set up 😉 Got two lunch laps in yesterday because of some snowflakes — the people kind, not weather. It was good to pedal hard into the wind… but today’s about twice as windy outside and calm inside…
Thunderstorms in the a.m. but they cleared by the time I had to leave. Oh, my, the Xtracycle is faster than the Transport! The latter will be in shop for a few days anticipating the need for some parts… we’ll see if I can peek at contacts for thelight for the Xtra, which continues to blink on at two or three big bumps on the commute.
I didn’t go out to Parkland b/c the brakes were truly marginal. This meant John Street and the happy discovery that Hopscotch Bakery has, indeed, added bike parking! Since I’m not finding the flash drive in question it would have been an exercise in frustration anyway…
Gubmint shut down. Hey, if Illinois can do it, why not the whole fray?
So! THe Transport froze solid and brakes wouldn’t move after it got “rode hard and put up wet.” Yesterday I missed the bus looking for keys (in my pocket), and figured I”d just hop on the red thing. Tricky b/c at Krannert I stepped on the mirror and haven’t worked that out… and coming back I hit bumps on Country Fair and on Main Street and … the light came on, briefly
So, it’s not the hub. Power’s coming forth from it — I need to discern where the connection’s not happening.
TOday it’s already 39 so I’m going to see if the Transport will get me out to Parkland where my stupid flash drive remains and then drop it off at the shop. (Yes, it’s tons easier to drop it off and hop the bus than to try to get it into the car thing: 2008 Avalon *not* made for hauling even regular sized bicycle.) Might just then turn the red one over to their perusal if they are into circuits.
HIghs above freezing for next week or so… but could be crappy enough to merit bussing out to get said bicycle Monday…