Another Post Without A Picture

As the subject line says, another post without a picture.  Today, I changed the blog’s About page.

This weekend, I’ve made it to the gym twice – Sunday and this morning.  Early morning workouts when the gym’s nearly empty are good for me.  The Planet Fitness in Stepford finally installed a bike rack, but it’s outside and not visible from inside the facility, so that’s not going to be one of my cycling destinations.  The shopping center where the PF’s located is high traffic and I’d be bummed to lose a bike to a drive-by thief.

Saturday took a 21 mile ride and today 24.  On the way home today, I ran into a fellow I know from the bike club and we rode a couple of hill loops near his house.  Got rained on just a little.

In a recent post about the local Ride of Silence, I may have implied that most of the folks in the bike club are on the snooty and effete end of the spectrum, but truth is there’re a lot of people in the club I like.

This afternoon, I drove over to the county seat to have lunch with some friends there. My wife and son had driven over earlier, while I was still riding.  The women were doing hair-coloring and, as I found out when I got there, assembling garden furniture in the living-room.  Theodore and I played a couple of games of Sequence against his wife and Caution-Lady.  They won a game, we won a game.

Back home, I’m getting some of my laundry done for the coming week.

And yes, on my mind today those who have lost their lives in defense of this country and our God-given freedoms.

What I Want to do Today

is take a bike ride this morning instead of a gym workout, so that’s what I’ll do.  Before today’s scheduled thunderstorms hit.  I wore lycra last weekend for the first time in a year or two.  Man, I looked pretty awful, but the comfort was worth it.  Maybe will again, today.

Bike Days

I think this last Thursday or Friday was Ride Your Bike to Work Day and last week was Bike to Work Week.  Something to do with Bike Month.  Because I work about 30 miles from the house, riding to work wasn’t something I was going to do, however, I take a bike to work most weeks, leave it there, and ride at lunch.  I’ve established three or four different routes, changing them as various subnormals* leave their pitbulls unchained in front of their domiciles.  Shooting the dogs would unnecessarily complicate my workday, so I’ve found other places to ride.  Usually about three to four miles, maybe 15 minute rides depending on headwinds.

Last Wednesday was the local bike club’s Ride of Silence to honor those who’ve been killed while cycling and to raise awareness among motorists that cyclists share the roadways with them.  I’ve ridden along on one other Ride of Silence two or three years ago and had found the experience unpleasant but one that also proved valuable in terms of insight gained.

This year, I brought my young son along because it was something he said he’d like to do.  I wanted my son to ride with me so he’d have some experience riding with a group and some safe experience riding on the street with traffic present.

This year, I’d adjusted my expectations based on my previous experience.  My son and I showed up only a little bit early.  I didn’t bother trying initiate talk with anyone beyond a distant “Hello.”  Not surprisingly, a couple of kids with whom my son’s slightly acquainted from school did not speak to him.  Three people I really like spoke to me, and it was good to see them – it’s been over a year, maybe closer to two, I think, since I last did anything with the bike club.

My son had trouble riding slowly – about nine miles per hour – and some impatience with riders ahead of him slowing unpredictably.  He did a pretty good job of keeping his bike’s wheels from overlapping those of other riders.  He found the Modikoso uncomfortable at first, and I may need to get him a bike-fit appointment one weekend soon.  Amazingly, he was able to maintain total conversational silence during the entire ride.  Afterward, back at the house, he told me it’d been VERY difficult to remain silent during the ride.  He also expressed some disappointment that our police escort rode bikes instead of the cars with flashing lights he’d expected.

Overall, this was a much better experience for me than my last Ride of Silence, because I’d adjusted my expectations regarding the other participants and because I got to ride with my son.

*EDIT: I call them subnormals not because they live in mobile homes, have several junky-looking cars parked in their driveways, possibly perform shift-work through temporary agencies at the area’s few remaining factories, or even because they have pet dogs some of which are pitbulls. I call them  subnormal because they fail to responsibly keep their animals confined.  $.02

Modikoso So Far

Modikoso So Far

Turns out I was able to find components around here beyond reasonable priced.  Ancient, road-rash, big Dura-Ace crankset plus Shimano 600 side-pull brakes.  NOS 105 9-speed shifters.  Seatpost and stem purchased from the frame’s seller.  Dura-Ace 9-speed RD I already had.  Same for handlebars.  The entire thing assembled at Woody’s Bike Shop.  Bike still needs a different front fork – carbon fiber, probably.  Also junky plastic bottle cage I had in a parts bin in the garage.  This frame will never make a cyclocross bike – rear stays clearance w brakes installed allows for maximum width 28mm tires.  Panaracer Paselas 650c in that width allow for a little surface versatility, but lack of clearance contraindicates success in muddy conditions.  My son loves the bike.  Here are a few pictures of the Modikoso so far:

Modikoso Panaracer Pasela 28mm

Modikoso D-Ace RD 105 9sp Cassette

Modikoso D-Ace Cranset & MKS Lambdas

Modikoso 600 Sidepull

Modikoso Bars & 105 Levers