While Alberto Contador was informing the world about his recent bout with food poisoning, I had my feelings hurt by a cyclist. You be the judge about which is worse.
I know it’s difficult to believe that a cyclist would hurt another person’s feelings, given that all cyclists are nice people who care about everyone and are all working together to make this world a better place, one commute at a time.
Sadly, my tale is true. On my pedestrian commute home from the office, I stopped on the right side of the sidewalk to snap a pedestrian panda shot of me wearing my new Octopus cycling cap.
As I like to keep telling people, last week was mostly work on location in Tennessee. That said, I still eeked out time to poke my nose into some of the local bike shops. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Shop number 2 for the week was Suck Creek Cycle in Chattanooga. The shop’s motto is that it’s about “bikes and friendly advice.” Sounds like a perfect randonneur shop to me!
Want to do a ride in the District that’s 65 miles long, takes 212 cues, and feels like a daily commute that keeps on giving? Then maybe you would be interested in the Washington Area Bicyclist Association’s annual 50 States Ride. That’s where I was this past Saturday.
The course is a drunken sailor tour through all the District quadrants, and takes you over the city’s 50 state streets. It’s a great concept, and I’m proud to say that I have now ridden my bicycle over all of the state streets in Washington, D.C. I’m not sure I’ll ever do it again, but I definitely think it is worth doing once.
This past week I’ve been on location in Knoxville, Tennessee. It’s been mostly work, but as soon as I had a break I asked the hotel clerk where I might find a local bike shop that leaned more toward the touring and utility cyclist.
The clerk helpfully pointed me in the direction of Tennesseey Valley Bicycles. I sprinted off, crossed my fingers that the shop wasn’t too far away, and hoped that the exertion to find it would be worth it.
Felkerino and I had a great time at the D.C. Randonneurs Civil War 200K on Saturday. We didn’t do any pedaling, either. Instead we volunteered, took pictures (along with our RBA, Bill Beck) and spent a fantastic day on rural roads and Civil War battlefields.
Bill organized a great ride, and picked a spectacular day for the randonneurs. Well done, Bill!
Want to see what you missed OR find out if you made it into my photo set? Click on the picture below.
As I said, Felkerino was also snapping a lot of shots, and his set is here. Thanks to all the riders for the great photo opportunities, and to Bill Beck for letting us help out with the ride.
One of the things I loved the most about summer commuting was navigating the tour buses. It was great. My commute went from a somewhat sedate ride to one filled with anticipation of the unknown. Now the summertime bus traffic has ebbed somewhat, but there are still plenty out there.
As many of you know, I have not ridden my bike since Felkerino’s and my completion of the Endless Mountains 1000K on August 28, 2010.
“Gersemalina, are you going to keep mentioning that 1000K in every post?”
Why yes, I think I am.
“Isn’t that bragging?”
“Isn’t that socially unacceptable bragging?”
I suppose that’s true, but I’m going to keep doing it until I write my ride report.
“I sure hope you write it soon, then.”
Since the recent Endless Mountains 1000K, I haven’t pedaled one bit. Residual knee pain and general fatigue are the culprits. Knee pain is the randonneur superhero’s kryptonite, I’ve decided. Continue reading Post-1000K Walking→