Blather on Bicycling

This morning Hunter was a one lane highway. This had me parking in snow drifts every time a car approached. One SUV pulled up and rolled down its window and said, “You’re crazy.” I paused and then inadvertently replied, “Yes I am.” This isn’t the first time I’ve been offered a ride recently. A special note to area drivers: While I appreciate the intentions, please don’t roll down your window exposing me to the interior of your cozy, warm-beverage-sipping capsule. I prefer that you keep a physical barrier between your world and mine. Read more

O. M. Winter, you son of a bitch! Your douche baggery is as weak as a middle school bully. Your 30+ mph winds are only successful at incapacitating half of my face. This leaves me plenty of face for eating, drinking, and cursing. Your ice provides a welcome surface for my carbide teeth. Even when you drew your strongest weapon today, moisture, it only made me debate for an extra 5 minutes about whether or not to ride. Your massive drifts serve only to render cars useless. I thank you for closing down the roads of S-ville so I can train in carless peace. Your random crosswind gusts sometimes turn my front wheel such that I have to run alongside my bike, providing me with a wonderful opportunity to warm my toes. You only have one more month to exact more vengeance, so I suggest you reach deeper into your bag. Read more