Granted, it wasn’t nice reading about the fellow in Washington IL who wrote to the paper saying cyclists were the new ISIS because they ride slowly in both lanes and have signs hidden by grass (so I have to guess there was a sanctioned ride that interfered wtih his life)… but concludes saying that if a cyclists challenges a driver who doesn’t feel like sharing the road the result will be a funeral, and when will they ever learn?
Hello, who’s the terrorist threatening our lives here?
Me, on the other hand, is commuting in and there’s a mess of new construction trucks amassed on Church… and I hear from a guy in the day-glo vest the surprised recognition, “Hey, Sue!” and wonder if passing math got him a better job…
… and I really wish I had the recorder going tonight to catch the priceless sound of child singing ” …twinkle, little, star…. hey, look at that bike!” :)
I failed in my attempt to have enough time this mornign to get my helmet camera functioning. I want to capture and share the U’s idea of “bike friendly” — once again, the “bike friendly” route (which at *best* takes you through a fountain with pretty significant lumps and cracks in the sidewalk on a pedestrian route) is closed for construction so weaving around even more obstacles is necessary.
Don’t know if I’d have wanted to record this commute, though — it was “one of those days” – things did come in clumps. The University/Randolph light was a bear — I was wheeling up as it turned green, in the bike lane –so the lady in the red car didn’t know what to do as she went past me but wanted to turn right. She let me proceed… but I started mentally designing the graphic to put on the back of the bike to try to explain what to do. Hmmm… maybe I could make it so I could pull a string for the vehicles to move and show that if you slow down and duck behind me, I’ll shift to the left so you can go right easily.
At Prospect and Church things work better ’cause there’s a right turn lane proper and no bike lane. I could ease to the left and the lady in the very clean orange Subaru could pull into the right turn lane and look incredibly stressed and worried — it was 7:58 and I’ll guess she had somewhere to be at 8:00. The countdown ensues and at 2 she starts to ease forward … and I see this kiddo jumping back to the curb because … for whatever reason he decided to cross the street then. I exclaimed, “look at the numbers!” but happily could tell from the poor lady’s face that no, she didn’t think I was yelling at her; we were sharing the heart palpitations…
I’ve got a new tire sitting on the back of the bike — will post pics of the old one which was flat MOnday morning. There were three spots in the Kevlar where the assorted dings had penetrated so I booted them with gorilla tape; we’ll see if I can get a fwe hundred more miles out of ’em :)
Looks like we’ll be seeing a fair amount of each other; this morning I was turning left from Anderson to Washington and mentally noted that no, I hadn’t properly signalled … and I don’t remember if that’s because I could roll on through… which probably disgusted and dismayed the car behind me as it passed grumpily. Nothing aggressive, just that little bit of extra gas … and it was SVA BBY of yesterday’s snarky insistence that I needed to ‘be courteous.’
I do wonder whether she was grumpy because my existence was slowing her down or if I’d not done the foot-down (which would have slowed her down a lot more). I did spontaneously wave and smile at her… and noted that there were a *lot* of bicycles out and about that she was being forced to navigate with… and pondering the most effective ways to generate peaceful coexistence between competitors for time and space when our hormones/affective regulators/ whatever is behind our interactiions don’t always react peacefully.
Monday I had the pleasure of chatting up The Bike Project – and at 9:30, after Chorus, I’m wondering where my coat was. Couldn’t remember where “weird” I had been, so thought I’d have to chalk it up to draping on a too-open chair (I vaguely remembered draping it somewhere unusual but couldn’t reconstruct where) and somebody deciding they liked it, and since it’s less than two weeks old and ArcTeryx (splurged at Sierra Trading Post), it might have been a temptation, ‘cept most folks back here are known entities. Dug out a knit top and put that on top of everything and too my surprised, three layers were enough for all but the insides of my elbows to be toasty warm. Shouldn’t have beensurprised – everywhere but the inside of my arms has a healthy amount of insulation ;)
I was cruising home reasonably quickly so as to generate sufficient heat, in that low gear on the Gazelle, having snuck down during lunch to ascertain that yea, it needs a new cable or five and how about a hub overhaul… also want to scope out some replacement parts on the chain coverage assembly. Did a complete mental walk-through of the day to determine the window of wandering for the bike, and got to the “was wearing it riding from the bike shop, and then …” oh, indeed, then I was snagged from behind my desk and taken to the television studio and forced to remove my outergarments. I did some sprint spurts in celebration (but not enough to sweat and freeze – it was 32), and tracked that little sucker down the next morning.
Yesterday I rode the Xtra because things would only deteriorate to Nasty, including for the Prairie CYcle Club annual meeting/holiday party. About 17 present and all voted us back into office, and would have canceled the term limits had we followed the procedure for making bylaw changes (which ncludes announcing that there will be votes in the newsletter). The wind did pretty much take the tree down – I need to get another tube in on the action – but while I was out it was only drizzling. Left El Toro with perfect timing so I was going through campus as people were leaving the b-ball game (Illini won again :) ) but even the fallen tree had enough lights. (I have been informed that the dim flashlights in front make passing me and going back over a little challenging — they’ve been refreshed, though, and tonight I’ve got the Fenix).
Tonight’s plan, though, is to drop the Gazelle off at Champaign Cycle and take the bus home. I do hate loathe and despise standing in the cold, waiting for a bus … but ain’t nothing but a thing. It’s 20 degrees now with 26 mph winds gusting to 46 (they were over 50 for a while) … so it’s as good a time as ever to take the bus (and it’s not as if I don’t have four more bicycles at home ;)) … just might do the chat from my house, though, with the low temp of 9. THis morning’s gusts crossed that threshold to *genuine* not-really-fun, not the stuff that other people *assume* is uncomfortable, though at least 30% of the discomfort was just knowing that assorted things aren’t really working, and another 30% my extremely low threshold for havign to respond quickly to changes (as in wind speed from 20 to 40 mph).
Twitter told me via Xtracycle that CNN was doing “I report” spots on people going without cars for a day. (Alas, I checked it *after* the deadline, or I might be on cnn…)
Reality check here/ – (I googled “CNN car-free”) — here are the “typical American” responses.
Possibility Cheque here – Wisconsin man doing the grocery shopping. Oh, let’s insert it. <object width=”450″ height=”370″><param name=”movie” value=”http://www.ireport.com/themes/custom/resources/swfplayer/mediaplayer.swf”></param><param name=”wmode” value=”transparent”></param><param name=”menu” value=”false”></param><param name=”flashvars” value=”height=370&width=448&autostart=false&autoscroll=false&showstop=false&showicons=false&showdigits=total&controlbar=34&backcolor=0xFFFFFF&screencolor=0x000000&frontcolor=0xDEDEDE&lightcolor=0x00A2FF&logo=http%3A//www.ireport.com/themes/custom/resources/swfplayer/data/images/ireport_wm.gif&file=http%3A//ht.cdn.turner.com/ireport/big/prod/2009/09/15/WE00326225/1064900/pbcarfreemp4-1064900_web_flv.flv&image=http%3A//i.cdn.turner.com/ireport/sm/prod/2009/09/15/WE00326225/1064900/pbcarfreemp4-1064900_lg.jpg”></param><embed src=”http://www.ireport.com/themes/custom/resources/swfplayer/mediaplayer.swf” type=”application/x-shockwave-flash” wmode=”transparent” width=”450″ height=”370″ menu=”false” flashvars=”height=370&width=448&autostart=false&autoscroll=false&showstop=false&showicons=false&showdigits=total&controlbar=34&backcolor=0xFFFFFF&screencolor=0x000000&frontcolor=0xDEDEDE&lightcolor=0x00A2FF&logo=http%3A//www.ireport.com/themes/custom/resources/swfplayer/data/images/ireport_wm.gif&file=http%3A//ht.cdn.turner.com/ireport/big/prod/2009/09/15/WE00326225/1064900/pbcarfreemp4-1064900_web_flv.flv&image=http%3A//i.cdn.turner.com/ireport/sm/prod/2009/09/15/WE00326225/1064900/pbcarfreemp4-1064900_lg.jpg”></embed></object>
Both say much for the importance urban planning. The Wisconsin man has roads he can ride on and a good place to park. On, Wisconsin!
Alas, I don’t ride fast enough to splatter them onto my jacket, just get ’em to stick. So, when I go into the house… htey fly around. Blecch. Hey, I’d rather have aphids than floods. (Interesting that the Weather Channel didn’t give a Promo Name to the flood event in Atlanta. Is it because the new owners don’t want them to, or because it’s jus ttoo close to home?)Rather have aphids than dust storms a la Sidney.
Monday, as I cruised by the bike shop at 10:00 at night, I shifted gears… and they wouldn’t cooperate. Serious floppage aroundage of hte chain. Had me hobbling the bike along enough to inspire a motorist to turn back and make sure I was okay. Then I found a gear it would ride in and didn’t change it. I figure the puir wee cycle was trying to get into the bike shop nad was simply informing me that no, I really should NOT do just a thousand more miles and wait ’til “off season” to get the maintenance that, um, I didn’t get three thousand miles ago.
So I stuck the Dahon on top today and cruised it in. That kid who passed me in the alley gave it several glances…
Must also decide what to do about its original wheel… the one with the drum brake and generator hub that simply devours bearings in a year. Time to hit ye olde bike forum and see what opinions are lurking out there…
… no, it isn’t blue, it’s brown, but … I think I”ve worn that puppy out. Made some major adjustments to it on the Capital City Century, with that Allen Wrench and sliding it back, and that kept my back from simply refusing to continue, but basically I think I’m riding without a seat on that excuse for one. Perhaps if I lost 20 pounds, an unlikely prospect, it wouldn’t be so bad.