"If we all road a bike, we would all look better in lycra."
Stop Go Pennzoil
Yesterday morning I had a couple of thoughts which led me to commuting home for the first time this new year. First, I was itching for a ride. Second, I didn't really feel like driving home from work by myself or waiting around while Jenn was doing her thing at EF. Le Antique was put into the back of the Highlander and Jenn dropped me off at work which left me with no other option but to get myself back home via the cold windy open roads.
Once I was on the road, I didn't really want to try to push it too hard even though I have done three workouts with Coach Troy in the past week. His workouts work but not that fast. It's a good thing I wasn't looking to get in a hammerfest because traffic just wouldn't allow it. Seemed as if all the lights were red which made me think I was starring in one of the old Pennzoil commercials. "Stop, Go, Pennzoil"
As I was approaching the bridge, I hit a pothole and my rear light went shooting off the back. A quick glance back and I saw it made it all the way across two lanes of traffic to the median without being smooshed. I paused for a minute, waited for traffic to clear and then retrieved the light. I should have taken this first jumping attempt more seriously as the way things panned out, the Mars 3 would make another attempt when the time was right. The second attempt took place as I crossed the railroad tracks at Huguenot and Robious. The timing of this attempt would prove to be a fatal one for the Mars 3 as once I heard it hit the ground, my quick glance saw it explode into many pieces under the rear tire of a big SUV.
I will surely miss that light as it has been with me for a long time. Now that I look back it was the oldest light I owned as every other one has met a similar unfortunate fate. Please join me in remembering such a loyal ride partner.
Once I was on the road, I didn't really want to try to push it too hard even though I have done three workouts with Coach Troy in the past week. His workouts work but not that fast. It's a good thing I wasn't looking to get in a hammerfest because traffic just wouldn't allow it. Seemed as if all the lights were red which made me think I was starring in one of the old Pennzoil commercials. "Stop, Go, Pennzoil"
As I was approaching the bridge, I hit a pothole and my rear light went shooting off the back. A quick glance back and I saw it made it all the way across two lanes of traffic to the median without being smooshed. I paused for a minute, waited for traffic to clear and then retrieved the light. I should have taken this first jumping attempt more seriously as the way things panned out, the Mars 3 would make another attempt when the time was right. The second attempt took place as I crossed the railroad tracks at Huguenot and Robious. The timing of this attempt would prove to be a fatal one for the Mars 3 as once I heard it hit the ground, my quick glance saw it explode into many pieces under the rear tire of a big SUV.
I will surely miss that light as it has been with me for a long time. Now that I look back it was the oldest light I owned as every other one has met a similar unfortunate fate. Please join me in remembering such a loyal ride partner.
Sunrise - Sunset
Late Saturday night, I decided I was going to ride into work on Sunday morning. It would be a good morning to do so, as leaving the house at 6:30am on a Sunday would provide minimal traffic. I wanted to lay everything out before I went to bed in order for me to just slip into it when I awoke because I knew I would be too tired and cranky at 5:30 to start to look for stuff I couldn't find such as a rear taillight. Where are those things?
The ride into the shop ended up going well. Just as planned, there was very little traffic the entire way there. Once I got to the shop I found out the most exciting news, wait for it, wait for it, Nick, Travis and I all rode into work and would be getting off at the same time. Whoooooaaaaa! This meant I wouldn't have to ride home completely alone for the first 7 miles or so.
Lance, if you can't change a flat maybe you should be a little more, Metro.
Nick and Travis rolling along.
The ride into the shop ended up going well. Just as planned, there was very little traffic the entire way there. Once I got to the shop I found out the most exciting news, wait for it, wait for it, Nick, Travis and I all rode into work and would be getting off at the same time. Whoooooaaaaa! This meant I wouldn't have to ride home completely alone for the first 7 miles or so.
Lance, if you can't change a flat maybe you should be a little more, Metro.Nick and Travis rolling along.The ride home was even better than the ride in. My legs felt much better but still not great. I even got to see one of the best sunsets take place from a few different angles as I passed by the different pumpkin farms and random fields. Regretfully, I didn't stop to take pictures as I didn't think the camera phone would do the colors justice and my legs where feeling just good enough which made me not want to stop.