Welp, first — *nobody* was working on either of the two big apartment thingies going up this morning and it’s a gorgeous day. I’m thinking there must have been a Meeting Of Some Kind.
Last night the Wednesday Pedaling for Pleasure troop went out to Rising to visit the grain elevator and the womannequin out there with her hardhat and riding crop. I knew when I made the decision that something was happening on some bridge. The bridge was Bradley and traffic was one way with a traffic light enforcing it on a timer.
We went through as fast as we could on the way over and while it turned green for the other guys, they didn’t ride into us, but waited for us and the cars… and yes, people peeled by – but not closely, just quickly.
Both times, we got the green when we were a a bit back and it still would have been green to start up the bridge, but we stopped and waited for a cycle so we could start at the very beginning. In fact, on the way back we took off as soon as the clump of cars had gone by, a good ten seconds before we got the green. No, BLOKE 2, we didn’t hug the side and let you by. We preceded the green this time but BLOKE2 needed to buzz us anyway. I was compelled to inform the planet that if you’re going to ride like a jerk, vanity tags aren’t a good idea. I mean, all I know about the morning “stop sign? You’re just a bicycle, I don’t need to stop” guy was it was a guy in a blue sedan that started with R28.
Yes, these things seem to happen seasonally.
Now, there were at least a dozen other drivers who were extra courteous… and the resident of the “hobbit house” came out and chatted about it with us (a house built into a constructed hill). Basically it was a nifty ride — and a 40 mile day for me, since I got the commute and laps at lunch and before the club ride. We’ll see about trying for 1000 miles in June…
About 35 people were out at the moonlight ride tonight, which is pretty good considering it was about 50 degrees, and it took to misting on us on the way back. I realized riding in that I should be grateful the warm air *hadn’t* moved in yet because that just might have turned it into lockdown fog. Miss Jones does not like riding in fog.
I failed at my attempt to solder, even with my “helping hands” magnifying glass with alligator clips. I even switched to the pair of still healthy brads (if that’s what you call them) as time was running otu but … I am wondering if I was just trying to go too carefully/slowly. I also want to figure out how to replace the broken guys… I’ll try & get pics tomorrow. Looks like another trip to MakerSpace … I do want it functioning by GITAP if possible…
Met a nice lady named Alida coming out of the Faculty Summer INstitute conference where I’d presented about Open Educational Resources. She’s here for the summer from Argentina and got a nice bicycle from The Bike Project and heard about assorted rides and was on the Saturday Saunter *and* the moonlight ride. I have a feeling she’ll be feeling the ride tomorrow but with satisfaction, too… I didn’t get a chance to run today so I’ll probably demur on the Monday ride and jog instead, but perhaps…
And I hear the truck blocking the path is still there — with added notes to mine. I’ll add something else if it’s still there tomorrow…
… well, that was the title to my ed blog but it’ll work for tonight.
Cool to see the many bikes in the evening but I knew I wasn’t going to hold out for the movie, after 3 conference days and two presentations so yes, after I finished my beer at the Iron Post … we stopped at the coop… and coming out I could see the walls of rain (three differnet ones). Possible that none of ’em will get here but there’s a *lot* of energy in the clouds. (However, feels like not supercell kind of energy. I hope.)
anyway it’s home! Cool that another conference person was on a bike she’d gotten from the Bike Project for the summer and appreciated that we have bike culture here :)
I’d left my phone so I couldn’t get a picture, but when I wandered down to Schnucks after returning to Shampoo-Banana ( left the rental in the driveway, because it’s easier to shop by bike when that’s your routine)… they’ve got wave parking set up – and they’ve moved the comb one out (don’t know if they intend to remove it or not).
Yes, a lot of it is the big honkin’ Xtracycle and the purple blue and yellow lights don’t hurt… but I’m waiting at the four-way stop a litlte extra because that guy would have let me roll (or was assuming I wasn’t going to stop, except with the blue circle lights that’s not likely)… He proceeds and the *pizza delivery guy* behind him does not peel wiht him, but simply waits.
When I say “sneaking up behind you” to the pedestrians on campus, they *apologize* and step aside (path was wide enough) and then admire my lights.
Oh, and the Pedaling for Pleasure group is cruising down Duncan and this car just. stops. a hundred yards in front of us… as we go by, “Hi Miss Sue!!!” and then they proceed. (That’s right, no other cars went by…)
But… OER are like bicycles!
I said it first :)
So today there was another bike on the bike rack with no lock — but no bungee cord like the other bike, which I haven’t seen in a while, so it might have been swiped. This one didn’t have any pedals either… but also no drive train, no chain. It’s a Roadmaster, tho’ so it’s probably a simple abandonment.
I could plop myself up into first place in this month’s National Bike Challenge roster for Champaign County Bikes, since I rode in this a.m. The weather happily sent the wild storm through at 6:15; gone by my 7:15 departure but fun riding past the assorted puddles and swellings the storm caused. (I’m sure select folks will get out and go long soon — but I saw this week’s unsettled forecast and figured I might make some gains…)
Last night was the Prairie Cycle Club’s Pizza Party to kick off the season so I rode home via Curtis Road. Almost ran over one frog on the bike lane and saw four or five others over the next mile or so. They were over an inch in size, some of ’em bigger, but I’m trying to remember how big a transitioning tadpole gets; they might have all been fairly recent transformers. They *didn’t* seem to be trying to migrate across the road or anything; hopefully they sauntered back into the moisture and other cyclists successfully dodged ’em. There’s a reason to install bike lanes — a significantly safer buffer zone for frogs :)
Today I spent a mile on Church road chatting with another bike commuter about the marketing campaign Trek *should* have to get a chunk of Big Box Buyers to take the step from Bicycle Shaped Objects to well-fitted, well-engineered *bicycles.* “You’ll never go back!” Hey, I’d be *glad* to be a poster lady :)