In reference to the ‘Ladie’s post from the other day, ’bout our Centennial Trail day, the song went like this, officially:
Oh I’m about an inch away
And it’s a cinch I’ll stay
‘Bout an inch and a pinch away;
Real suckers get the wheel suckers…
Can’t you just imagine that sung in a Munich beer hall, with two-tonic gusto? In that case it would be more like this:
Oh I’ m, Könige einer ungefähr, das des Zoll entfernt Wurst von Chicago zu den Supermännern
beugen Und it’ Gurt I’ S.-A.; ll Aufenthalt auf den Schutzblechschnüren vom schönen blonden
auf dem Treppenhausschacht nahe bei der verlassenen Brücke der Verzweiflung; ‘ Zeitraum
ein den Zoll und eine Klemme weg; warum fragen Sie warum? Reale Sauger erhalten die Radsauger…
I’ve had a crappy couple of months. Yet. I’m turning the corner. Feeling much better. Today we left work early (12:30… take that ‘Man’!) and did the half Lake Washington Loop. And did so down to our wool jerseys. What a crazy month this January has been. This time last year I was probably grumbling about snow. And here it was today, even on a nominal rain ‘cording to the ‘casters, and yet the sun came out and we had an awesome ride.
We saw a few other bikers on the paths and roads of Seattle, Bellevue and Redmond – most of the wanna be racer types were in their ‘team kits’ and I got to thinking, as I was chomping stolidy along in my solid Surly wool (got it for Christmas from me ma) – I kind of like my dorky commuter chic. The knickers, the wool top, the bright neon yellow rando sash, super dorky helmet light sticking up from the helmet like some sort of bad sci fi Buck Rogers rig. I even, on super rainy days, wear the bottom halves of dishwashing gloves (cut off the bottom, non finger part) stretched across the top of my booties, to help keep rain out even better than the booties can natively provide. Yep, two bright yellow bands around my ankles. I looked for dishwashing gloves in celeste green but all they had was yellow or celeste rose, so yellow it goes. In that case I become not just commuticus dorkus, but a banded commuticus dorkus. But I don’t mind, as long as I’m comfy and all the racer types are hating on my stylin’ ways to fuel my own slow winter base mile building plan to dominate their asses in June when their legs are not only like noodles but the flaccid plastic noodles such as are found in Campbell’s chick’n soup.
Oh! Also, we got iPhones last weekend, and I finally had a chance to play with it last night and download some apps, including comic books, games, and a cycling thingie called Cyclemeter. Look what it produced for me:
You'd think we'd just go in a straight line...
It’s got a GPS thang, and stopwatch, and mileage, and mph and elevation gain. Probably tons of other stuff too. Oh man the iPhone totally rocks. I feel like Tarzan must have when he saw his first Nintendo NES.
The only weird thing is that Cyclemeter app, when I emailed the results of the ride to my main computer, showed our average speed was only 10.3 miles an hour. Now, I’m all for putting in a modesty algorithm to encourage racers to train harder, but what about us poor average joe’s who really just want to know how fast we’re going, and not something that automatically deducts a third or so. Hmph. Oh well, aside from that this thing is pretty cool. It ran the battery down fairly fast, but I think I didn’t have the power saver mode on.
Now I’m gonna download some calorie counter and gym training apps, the latter to take with me to the gym tomorrow as I start up with that again. I’m hoping to get back on the core wagon again, to build for the spring season.
And, with that, I think I just beat the Lady before she could get her post on… heh. She’s at the other computer trying to race me. Never gonna happen! And I threw in jargon!