<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605</id><updated>2011-12-01T16:58:40.228-05:00</updated><category term='epic'/><category term='fail'/><category term='fireworks xenia'/><category term='giant clyde'/><category term='intro'/><title type='text'>The Lazy Bike Commuter</title><subtitle type='html'>The story of one lazy man and his quest to ride his bike more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-3988485156914275956</id><published>2011-11-09T10:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:51:54.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so much biking...</title><content type='html'>I haven't been doing a whole lot of bike commuting lately, due to a variety of issues.  Hopefully I'll be able to start it up again in the spring, but for now I think I will discuss other awesome hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I are both big fans of firearms, and both have our concealed carry permits.  My wife, however, doesn't have a gun that is appropriate for concealed carry.  She has a 5" .38spl.  I wouldn't mind a new carry gun either, since I am rocking a double stack &lt;a href="http://www.makarov.com/"&gt;Makarov&lt;/a&gt; in 9x18mm--not the best capacity or most potent round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided that we will get each other guns for Christmas this year, though mine will be a shotgun to help round out my collection.  I'm planning on the &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthandirt.com/46907-55.html"&gt;Mossberg 500 Field/Security combo&lt;/a&gt; so it can do double duty as defense and skeet gun (and deer gun if I ever felt like learning to hunt).  We haven't decided what we will do for my wife yet, though.  Still in the planning stages.  I have been trying to give advice and guide her to possible choices without trying to dominate and impose my own will.  "Well, I've heard really good things about XDs, M&amp;amp;Ps, and SR9Cs..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented a Springfield &lt;a href="http://www.springfield-armory.com/xd.php?model=2"&gt;XD SubCompact&lt;/a&gt; in 9mm that we both liked and put about 100 rounds through it, but that was a few months ago.  We attempted to rent a &lt;a href="http://www.ruger.com/products/sr9c/models.html"&gt;Ruger SR9C&lt;/a&gt;, but the compact wasn't available so we just rented the full size.  Oddly, my wife found the recoil to be prohibitive on the SR9, but not on the XD SC.  I just didn't think I shot it that well, so I think the SR9s might be off the list for now.  Sadly, they don't have 9mm &lt;a href="http://www.smith-wesson.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/Product4_750001_750051_766226_-1_757954_757781_757781_ProductDisplayErrorView_Y"&gt;M&amp;amp;Ps&lt;/a&gt; for rent at the local range so we won't get to try one and she would like to try before we buy.  We hav handled Glocks in the store, but neither of us cares for the way they feel in our hand, so they are pretty far down the list as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we shot she really liked the feel of my Makarov, so I am thinking we might rent a Bersa Thunder in .380 next time we hit the range since they are very similarly sized guns.  I consider 9mm to be a vastly superior round to .380, but the most effective round is the one you will practice with and that you can hit your target with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, hopefully I will be getting a reloading setup soon--just a &lt;a href="http://leeprecision.com/xcart/Breech-Lock-Hand-Press.html"&gt;Lee Hand Press&lt;/a&gt; and all the required accessories, so it will be slow going, but in the apartment I don't have a good place to set up a press on a permanent basis so this will be a good compromise.   Once we have a house or at least a better spot to mount a press, I should be able to get a turret or progressive press and not have too much other expense since I'll have all the dies.  Or such is my hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-3988485156914275956?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/3988485156914275956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=3988485156914275956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3988485156914275956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3988485156914275956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-so-much-biking.html' title='Not so much biking...'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1151932462578053452</id><published>2010-05-17T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:13:12.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Ride</title><content type='html'>Gotta say, today's commute was far from the best I have ever experienced.  Raining the entire way, which wasn't nearly as fun to ride in as I remember from last year.  Add to that the fact that it was a bit cold and for some reason my muscles all being in great pain (along with the bits of my that sito n the bike) and I'm just happy I made it at all.  The ride home was only very slightly less bad, I took the shorter way because I didn't feel like adding mileage to the commute from hell, I needed to be home to my wife by 8, and I am pretty sure I would get lost without being able to follow the route on my GPS anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I signed up for the 2010 Terratrike Car-Free Challenge.  So far only the commute today counts, for the rather simple reason that I haven't been anywhere since it started until today.  A month of no driving is definitely going to be a challenge for me--one that my wife is helping enforce with an iron fist.  She threatened to take my keys away from me to &lt;i&gt;force&lt;/i&gt; me to bike, but I managed to talk her down.  For now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish I knew why today's ride went sop badly for me--way more painful than it was when I started riding that route afer a few months of being completely off the bike.  Maybe it was just a fluke, maybe not.  Makes me kind of hesitant about riding tomorrow, but ride I shall.  Or at least make a noble effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to contact Garmin about the broken GPS (shattered screen).  It turns out that they will replace it for $80, which is the same price they charge for replacing the unit due to a dead battery.  And my battery was dying.  So I guess it really doesn't turn out to be so bad, I'll just have to use my phone for ride tracking for a while, though it's not as accurate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some time when the weather is good I need to take a camera along with me and snap some pictures of my current commute, which is 100% road and 0% bike path.  I liked the path, it was nice and straight and car free, but it also had no curves or hills and that made it &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt; to ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully soon I'll get my legs back in shape and my belly to retract a bit more and then I'll start loving the ride more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1151932462578053452?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1151932462578053452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1151932462578053452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1151932462578053452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1151932462578053452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2010/05/rough-ride.html' title='Rough Ride'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-8048420137344819311</id><published>2010-05-08T03:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:47:30.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 55 Miles of Nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yesterday I made my attempt at the 100 Miles of Nowhere.  Unfortunately, I had some bike issues at mile 55 or so, so I was not able to complete it.  To add insult, my GPS died on me as well, so I wouldn't have been able to track mileage anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a .24 mile loop around my office at work.....over and over and over.  I lost count of laps at around 105, but I know I did at least twice that many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to give credit where credit is due:  My wife is the most awesome person ever.  She came out to watch and support me, and made a "Way to Go Tommy" sign to hold up as I went by.  She was also in charge of feeding me, refilling my water, and selling water balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water balloons, you ask?  My fundraising idea was to let anyone who made a donation (of any amount) throw a water balloon at me as I went by.  I would just like to say that for a fat guy, I am rather hard to hit.  Also, it's best to not underfill the balloons, many of them bounced off me instead of properly breaking.  Next year if there is a repeat, I will make sure the balloons get thrown while I go UPhill, that way people can be more accurate.  Gotta make sure they get their money's worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I am incredibly impressed by the generosity of my coworkers.  I didn't really expect to get many donations for the ride, and I only told people about it on Thursday, but I managed to raise over $320 for &lt;a href="http://austin2010.livestrong.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=330110&amp;amp;lis=1&amp;amp;kntae330110=CC9090B61B554B2187E520D30638BA5F&amp;amp;supId=292019680"&gt;Livestrong&lt;/a&gt;.  I will have to wait until Monday to get the cash donations in , but $175 was given online.  That's pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suburbanninja.com/"&gt;My wife&lt;/a&gt; also took some pics, of which this is one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/S-UV3PNSHkI/AAAAAAAAB3k/mjbOASRatJ8/s1600/50+miles+of+nowhere.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/S-UV3PNSHkI/AAAAAAAAB3k/mjbOASRatJ8/s400/50+miles+of+nowhere.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468801361230569026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is what my GPS track looks like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/S-UWyLi97XI/AAAAAAAAB3s/sp-YeRxs5HM/s1600/55+miles+of+nowhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/S-UWyLi97XI/AAAAAAAAB3s/sp-YeRxs5HM/s400/55+miles+of+nowhere.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468802373860060530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All told, I'm not happy that I failed to complete the ride....but I am reall impressed with the support I got and highly pleased with the amount of donations my coworkers gave.  I can't truly call it a failure when I accomplished this much fundraising.  Hopefully my coworkers who donated aren't too disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...now I need a new bike computer solution.  This is especially distressing since I used the one I had for light navigation duties too.  Maybe I can find a mount for the phone that I don't think is terrible, but that is not very good for navigating along predetermined paths.  Oh well, time for that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-8048420137344819311?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/8048420137344819311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=8048420137344819311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8048420137344819311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8048420137344819311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2010/05/100-55-miles-of-nowhere.html' title='&lt;del&gt;100&lt;/del&gt; 55 Miles of Nowhere'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/S-UV3PNSHkI/AAAAAAAAB3k/mjbOASRatJ8/s72-c/50+miles+of+nowhere.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1812301730870857041</id><published>2010-04-22T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:39:31.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternatives</title><content type='html'>Well, we can all be reassured that the impostor has been removed and the two posts in a week fiasco won't be happening again.  At least, not if I keep missing rides.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always try to leave the apartment at 9:00....but somehow I never make it out until 9:20, which is pretty much the latest possible time for me to leave and still get changed and clocked in on time at work.  I really need to get better about preparing all my clothing and everything the night before.  This morning I couldn't find my keys for 15 minutes, and after a long search by my wife and I, I managed to locate them.  In the trunk bag on the Long Haul Trucker.  Yeah, I had put them there the night before so I didn't forget them.  That's just cruel.  Go me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I started using an alternate route to get home from work.  It has a lot more twists and turns, but it has more climbing and adds about two miles, so it is better for getting me in shape.  Plus it removes the absolute worst part of my ride, going up a hill on Feedwire road.  It's steep enough that I am geared way down and barely moving forward, while traffic backs up behind me and then zooms by when they get the opportunity (and sometimes when they don't).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I continue down Little Sugarcreek road and take a complex series of turns that I would never be able to follow without my GPS--and I still make wrong turns a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Managed to make pretty good time on the ride home since I was trying to make it by 8:00--my wife and I like to watch Community on Thursdays.  Best show ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of my wife, she is quickly becoming a famous internet blogger as well.  Check out www.suburbanninja.com and say hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1812301730870857041?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1812301730870857041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1812301730870857041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1812301730870857041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1812301730870857041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2010/04/alternatives.html' title='Alternatives'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-5706963896510015408</id><published>2010-04-06T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:59:46.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I love about riding the road</title><content type='html'>Two updates in two days?  I'd better not make a habit of this.  People might start to think I'm an impostor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's ride wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; bad--made the morning ride in at an average speed of 14, but I think my ride home averaged closer to 11.  It seems hat there was a 30mph headwind the whole way, and that's pretty rough.  I know my speed will improve, because as alluded to in the post title, here is What I Love About Riding the Road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy!  Not that it's easy to go out and ride a century when you haven't ridden a bike in three years, but it's this:  Keep doing it, and you get better.  It's like magic!  After years of mountain biking...I still suck.  There's a lot of technique to it that I can't figure out how to get right, a lot of balance that I lack, and when I get tired, I tend to ride my bike off the trail and down a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the road?  Steering the bike where I want it to go is simple.  I have the whole road!  ...or at least the bits of the road that aren't full of Car.  I don't have to learn to unweight the rear wheel to go smoothly over a log crossing...I just have to keep turning the pedals.  It's true that proper gear selection and cadence play a role, but even without those, there are some riders who are pretty amazing on singlespeeds.  Turning the pedals magically makes you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep turning the pedals, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-5706963896510015408?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/5706963896510015408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=5706963896510015408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/5706963896510015408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/5706963896510015408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-i-love-about-riding-road.html' title='What I love about riding the road'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-307594315985108636</id><published>2010-04-05T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:19:56.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Biked in again on Friday.  I could definitely feel the exhaustion from the day before though.  I left about 10 minutes later than I wanted to, so I had to hurry.  I decided to man up and take the road the whole way instead of jumping on the sidewalk to save time (for those in the know, the road in question is Clyo).  At 9:20 in the morning there is very little traffic there, so I figured it would be a good move.  Seems I was right...I was able to keep the speed up around 17-20 instead of the 10-15 that was manageable on the sidewalk.  Overall I made the ride in a good two minutes faster than on Thursday, so we'll count that as a win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muscles are not ready for the constant exertion any more though...my legs were killing me all through the wok day, and on the ride home I started to bonk.  The last three stops I was sitting at the light, using all my effort to stay upright--arms shaking, hands barely gripping the bar.  I may have to start taking it a bit easier on the climbs, though I am really trying to push myself hard to get ready for next month's big ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pushing myself, I noticed the oddest thing when I started riding again:  I began the ride, and I almost immediately felt tired and felt like heading home again.  But I decided top keep pushing and see how far I would make it.  Oddly, I never started to feel worse.  I was feeling bad at .8 miles,  but I was not feeling any worse after 8 miles (with large climbs).  I guess it's something to do with VO2 max or muscle mass or fast twitch vs slow twitch or whatever the trainers like to go on about.  I just know that pushing through pain and discomfort is a vital part of road biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this topic tomorrow, something I've been thinking about posting for a long time but never remember to.  Now I remember, but I want to milk it for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New plan for making sure I bike to work:  Run out of money and use all the gas in the car.  I think this should tide me over at least until Friday when I get paid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current weight:  Uncertain, I haven't been on the scale since Friday.  I turned down free ice cream on Sunday though, so I think that's worth spotting myself a couple pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-307594315985108636?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/307594315985108636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=307594315985108636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/307594315985108636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/307594315985108636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2010/04/biked-in-again-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-9010327903113199979</id><published>2010-04-01T23:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:22:29.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaa-aaaack!</title><content type='html'>Biked in to work today, and it felt great.  Painful, but great.  The new route consists 80% of 2 lane roads and 20% 4 lane divided road w/sidewalk---so fr now while I am incredibly slow, I am taking the sidewalk, then I can move into the road as I get in better shape (it's not an urban area sidewalk, it's very light suburban-style with almost no people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was absolutely fantastic today.  Around 60 degrees when I left, and around 78 on the ride home.  Who would have thoughht that at this time of year my problem would be getting too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot &lt;/span&gt;while on the bike?  Anyway, the trafic on my route is indeed quite light, as I had predicted, and the hills were....let's call them "manageable".  I was absolutely wiped out when I got home, but then I realized that not only am I out of shape from not riding in a while, but this route has 3x the climbing of the old one--around 900 feet round trip.  That'll get me in shape faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to spend all the time I can riding and putting in miles so that I can be sure and complete the 100 Miles of Nowhere.  The CEO at work pledged $1/mile, so I have already been able to contribute more than expected.  That started me brainstorming ideas for how to raise more money for Livestrong.  I decided to do the ride at work during work hours because I thought making a spectacle of myself would improve awareness, but my current thought it to expand on that: For a donation, I allow (and encourage) my coworkers to periodically come outside and throw water balloons at me as I ride by.  Should help keep me from overheating as well as raise a decent chunk of change (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to do a round-trip ride to Young's Dairy (about 60 miles) in preparation, but that won't be able to happen for a couple of weeks.  Someone has a route up on Bikely that starts relatively close to where I live now, so hopefully he chooses good routes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone in the Dayton area happens to glance at this and wants to meet up for a ride, let me know.  I plan to do the Young's ride April 24th.  Assuming nothing goes horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current weight:  280.  Sigh.  It's not as high as it was, but it's still up there.  Sad irony of the day:  My Fat Cyclist jersey is now too small.  If that's not motivation I don't know what is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-9010327903113199979?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/9010327903113199979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=9010327903113199979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/9010327903113199979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/9010327903113199979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-baaaa-aaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaa-aaaack!'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-6648117245791184938</id><published>2010-03-22T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:57:36.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A failure is me?</title><content type='html'>OK, once again the exercise plan hasn't been working out exactly as planned.  Haven't been biking much either....but I got married!  That's something.  Rather happy about that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been very busy lately moving into a new apartment--my tiny one bedroom was way too small for two people, two cats, and four bikes (three of which are mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be using the separated bike path to get to work any more--the new apartment is far away from it.  I have, however, scouted out a new bike route that seems like it will be pretty good.  It's also been my preferred driving route to get to work every day since I like driving back roads and hate driving on the interstate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to test the bike route before actually having to use it to get to work, I biked to work on Sunday.  The going was pretty slow on the way there, and I was pretty worn out when I arrived, but I made it.  The mileage is about the same as what I'm used to, but there are a lot more hills.  That's OK, it will help me drop weight.  I rested a  bit and started to ride back when I noticed a noise from the rear wheel.  A noise much like a flat tire is known to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my tire had a slow leak in it and had been losing air throughout the ride--no wonder it was harder than expected!  I opened my trunk bag to grab my spare tube....and found a small road tube (700x23) with a presta valve and a large road tube (700x28-35) with a schrader valve.  My tires are 700x32 and my rims are drilled for presta--the schrader tube is one I carried for when I ride with my wife.  I decided to just stretch the small tube, since that's OK in a pinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out a small rock had punched through the center of the rear tire--it's tiue to replace them, they have around 6,000 miles on them.  I'll have to shop around and see what the local shops have in the way of good and affordable commuting tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story:  I then discovered that I had no tire levers with me.  I am not very god at mounting tires, so I always end up using levers, at least to get them off the rim.  I dug around in my trunk bag and came up with a Brooke saddle tension wrench.  Slipped the non-wrench end under the bead and levered it back, but I couldn't slide it around the edge of the rim like a regular lever.  Too much friction and the bead was too tight.  I remembered something I saw in Mountain Bike Action about using a quick release as a tire lever in an emergency, so I removed the rear skewer, slipped the QR lever under the bead, and had two functional tire levers.  Then I was able to remove the tire without much issue and change the tube after removing the rock).  The tire luckily remounted without the need for improvised levers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride back was going much more easily and smoothly than the ride to work, proobably because bikes are meant to have air in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; tires.  Unfortunately when I got to a downhill and shifted from the middle ring to the big ring, I instead hear a loud pop and the front derailleur dumped me into the granny ring.  Turns out my cables also had about 6,000 miles worth of riding on them over about three years, and one of them decided to break.  I ended up riding much more slowly for the next four miles, since I couldn't go much faster than 9mph without being in a gear high enough to severely rub the derailleur cage and I didn't want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; to be damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prety happy with the route though, minus the disasters.  Unfortunately it will be another week before I get to use it to ride to work, because I took the bike to a shop to be fixed during the busiest time of the year.  I should have kept it to change the cables myself, but here's a secret:  I hate cables.  I will do any maintenance on a bike except tuning cantilever brakes, trimming derailleurs, and putting n bar tape.I'll put on a crankset, change a bottom bracket, replace a cassette, or build a freakin' wheel, but those cables are my sworn enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next week I will have my beloved Long Haul Trucker back, with new cables and new rubber, and I will begin commuting in earnest.  I have to step up the riding bigtime since today I registered for the Fat Cyclist's "100 Miles of Nowhere".  I am thinking about doing the ride at work, circling around the building.  As far as I can tell, 435 laps should put me just over the hundred miles.  That's a lot of laps.  I might take a ay off work and do it on a Friday so everyone can watch and cheer me on/make fun of me.  Heck, maybe I'll set up something so they can donate.  Sounds like a good plan to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-6648117245791184938?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/6648117245791184938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=6648117245791184938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6648117245791184938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6648117245791184938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2010/03/failure-is-me.html' title='A failure is me?'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-387198708459312452</id><published>2009-12-29T23:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:42:03.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day...2?</title><content type='html'>OK, Body Weight Workout day two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some of you with a basic knowledge of how calculators operate are mentally calling me out right now.  Well, call out, because you've got me.  Right after my first workout, I took a trip down to my parents' house for Christmas.  Also, the mysterious back pain previously mentioned made a return.  I actually don't think that it was caused by the exercise,  but I would be really unsurprised if the exercise didn't make it worse.  So I passed on the exercise.  I am a losing loser who loses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!  I came back.  Since my slightly-less-than-half-full kitty litter container didn't give me quite the arm workout I had wanted, I filled it the rest of the way up with water, giving a total weight of 28.8 pounds.  Initially.  It dsidn't take lonog into the actual dumbbell rows to learn that while the containers look watertight, and may be good at keeping water out, they don't actually keep water in with 100% effectiveness.  I don't think I lost all that much though, but the carpet is now wet.  Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow was going to be a combination bike-to-work and save-my-transmission day, but there is an awful lot of slipperiness on the bike path, and I just don't feel up to putting the studded tires back on right now.  I might be able to wake up extra early in the morning and do it.  Time will tell.  Ideally I think I would also change my pedals so I can wear boots.  It's a little cold out there for my cycling shoes now.  Eventually maybe I'll work out some intervals that I can do on my commute.  Probably could get some decent hill training in on the mile and a half slope I have to ride up.  Somehow actaully &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on the bike takes all the fun out of riding.  And I like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should probably work on sleeping soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the support everyone!  I'll post my weight in the morning.  Spoiler alert:  I bet it went up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-387198708459312452?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/387198708459312452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=387198708459312452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/387198708459312452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/387198708459312452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-body-weight-workout-day-two-im-sure.html' title='Day...2?'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-8928507659791563135</id><published>2009-12-22T08:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:57:36.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did the Beginner Body Weight Workout this morning.  Only managed two sets, but that's two more than I did yesterday, so there's hope for me yet.  They are even harder to do than I thought they would be--which is good.  Trying to emulate the milk jug full of water they use, I filled an empty liter box bucket halfway up with water, which ended up being 12.2lbs or so--I think next time I will fill it all the way up, because the dumbbell rows were what I had the least trouble with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back didn't bother me the whole time, which is good.  Hopefully it will stay quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finish my breakfast Slim-Fast, it will be time to hit the shower and get ready to head to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weight:  282.6 (ugh).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-8928507659791563135?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/8928507659791563135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=8928507659791563135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8928507659791563135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8928507659791563135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-did-beginner-body-weight-workout-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-7671140923117009693</id><published>2009-12-22T00:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:46:17.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened?</title><content type='html'>OK, so I slipped.  Rather a lot.  I lost my motivation and I made excuses, and I stopped biking.  Haven't ridden to work in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weeks&lt;/span&gt;, and last year I would go two weeks without driving my car at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have gained some weight.  OK, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of weight.  I think am currently around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;285&lt;/span&gt;, which is the heaviest I have been in my life.  I was at 225 two years ago, which was still overweight, but I wasn't too unhappy about it--I could be pretty speedy on the road when I put my mind to it.  Right now I am very....not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go for a ride on Friday, though.  I think I did around 15 miles (bike computer was dead) and it was more work than it used to be, but atl east I still enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan now is to treat this blog something like the Fat Cyclist started out doing.  Report on weight, exercises done, maybe even food consumption, and see if throwing it all out for the internet to see will help motivate me to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning I plan to weigh myself to get a starting baseline, then I may do a short workout--it depends on my shoulder, I did something to it last week and it's been giving painful spasms for the past 6 days.  For exercise, I will either go with EA Sports Active for the Wii (which, unlike Wii Fit, actually gives you a good workout), or the &lt;a href="http://www.nerdfitness.com/blog/2009/12/09/beginner-body-weight-workout-burn-fat-build-muscle/"&gt;Beginner Body Weight Workout from Nerd Fitness&lt;/a&gt;.  I have a feeling they would both be of fairly similar impact, but the EA would be more cardio oriented and the Nerd Fitness would be more muscular, which makes it tempting.  Having a virtual coach yell at me to do things is good for the motivation, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will have to try a ride to work to see how long it takes me--the last thing I need is to be late to work due to being too out of shape.  Another fun thing:  Reintegrating riding into my life when the high temperature for the day doesn't exceed freezing.  I have ridden when it's in the mid teens and it's quite doable, but if I succeed at riding I may need some new gloves.  My fingers get chilly around 20 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone happens to read this, do me a favor and call me fat every now and then to keep me going.  We'll see where this ends up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-7671140923117009693?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/7671140923117009693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=7671140923117009693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/7671140923117009693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/7671140923117009693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened.html' title='What happened?'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-2392845151731949778</id><published>2009-05-22T01:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:09:45.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Not too much to report recently.  Still being encouraged to bike to work every day since my truck is in need of new tires and begins to vibrate madly at 40mph.  Those will come Saturday, with any luck.  Interesting event to report from this morning though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been repaving along part of my commute.  For those in the know, I am speking of Indian Ripple Rd, specifically near the North Alpha Bellbrook intersection.  I come up N Alpha every day and then turn left to get to work.  It is both lower in traffic and a less steep grade (though higher elevation change) than taking Factory to Indian Ripple and turning left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wednesday's commute had me waiting for a little while at a four way stop while they worked on a bit of paving.  The far side of the road where I would be riding had been done for a while, and thankfully I got through before they put the tar down on the near lane....I think riding through that would be challenging at best.  I made my left turn and then hammered as hard as I could up the hill because I wanted to get through as quickly as possible and not delay other people too much--not only could no one pass me on the single lane, but traffic was stopped the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; way as well becase only one lane could go at a time.  So I arrived at work quite tired and sore.  I need to work on exerting myself more on rides, right nw I just kinda cruise at a comfortable speed.  Pushing myself is the only way I'll improve.  But I digrress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Thursday's ride.  I get to the same point at the top of the hill, wait way longer, and then when traffic goes through....I sink.  Apparently a big guy on a bike has higher pressure on asphalt than a big car with 4 wide tires on the ground.  It was like riding into a patch of mud. When I turned the handlebars left, the front wheel washed out and left a big divot in the asphalt, like a big black sticky snowdrift.  It was like sudedenly itting 3 inches of mud.  I didn't go down since I got my foot down (I was probably only going 5mph or so at the time), but I ended up getting asphalt stuck to the end of my shoe as well.  Thankfully it didn't stick in the cleat area so I was able to clip in with no problems.  I ended up riding the .7 miles or so to the office with asphalt-encrusted tires, listening to the crunch of them on the pavement, hoping that there wasn't sticky tar and rocks all over my braking surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my cycling shoes all day at the office, and whenever my right hand was free it was feeling asphalt off my left shoe.  So there is a little pile of it next to my desk.  It looks like the bike didn't come out of it too bad, just the tires got asphalted and the center tread is clear now after running on pavement for a few miles.  There's still some on the sidewalls, but I am just going to leave it.  It looks like there was just a little bit that got on the braking surface as well, but it scraped off pretty much immediately when I stopped the bike next, so that's not a worry either.  Guess I came out of it all pretty well, considering.  Maybe now I will finally treat myself to some new bike shoes.  And brake pads, since mine are pretty much worn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-2392845151731949778?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/2392845151731949778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=2392845151731949778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2392845151731949778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2392845151731949778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-4377449676487793658</id><published>2009-05-19T08:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:54:20.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary:</title><content type='html'>Funny.  I had nothing to post for a long time, but now I have stuff to post but I keep missing chances to post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday waqs the day to take my truck to the mechanic to investigate the mysterious squeaking noise.  This means throwing the bike in the truck, driving to the mechanic, and biking home, since it's about a 1.3 mile ride and I really don't relish the idea of spending a few hours sitting in the lobby there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit after arriving back home, I got the call that they had discovered the source of the mysterious squeaking noise:  $375.  Carrier shaft bearing.  I like my driveshaft to spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never going to get to invest in more bikes if I keep pouring money into the truck.  And now I'm at the point where I can't afford a new truck but I also can't afford to keep fixing this one.  It will remain parked for all purposes except visiting the girlfriend, I think.  This is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; time to go car free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a much happier occasion.  Went to look at accessories for the girlfriend's bike (I already got her a water bottle, bottle cage, and computer, but she needs lights and fenders), then we went to the park for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually got pics, something that this blog is sorely lacking most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me cruising down the trail.  Note the fat.  Note lack of helmet.  Almost always wear a helmet when I ride, but this particular path is completely free of cars.  Plus Erin doesn't have one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/ShDlh43pyrI/AAAAAAAABLw/xhKlxhfRkM8/4289_95235826896_704096896_1639758_3431601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/ShDlh43pyrI/AAAAAAAABLw/xhKlxhfRkM8/4289_95235826896_704096896_1639758_3431601_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the bikes at our picnic spot.  Erin's brand new Cypress in the foreground, my travel-weary Long Haul Trucker in the background.  Pannier contains blanket and KFC.  Trunk bag contains an extra water bottle, a cable lock, some rain pants, pump, spare tube, tire levers, multitool, kitchen sink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/ShDlg5xBj1I/AAAAAAAABLs/KprpV7km3HA/4289_95235831896_704096896_1639759_7925831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/ShDlg5xBj1I/AAAAAAAABLs/KprpV7km3HA/4289_95235831896_704096896_1639759_7925831_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view of the bikes, this time with me holding one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/ShDleA9ye9I/AAAAAAAABLg/1LefJuXhWec/4289_95235846896_704096896_1639762_5629374_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/ShDleA9ye9I/AAAAAAAABLg/1LefJuXhWec/4289_95235846896_704096896_1639762_5629374_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode about a mile down the Mad River trail.  There's downtown Dayton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/ShDldGMyIsI/AAAAAAAABLc/9cVSTXvv7tc/4289_95235851896_704096896_1639763_6673867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/ShDldGMyIsI/AAAAAAAABLc/9cVSTXvv7tc/4289_95235851896_704096896_1639763_6673867_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the river.  Grrr, mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/ShDlcs8kfyI/AAAAAAAABLY/nTA52fFKPQY/4289_95235856896_704096896_1639764_7761496_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/ShDlcs8kfyI/AAAAAAAABLY/nTA52fFKPQY/4289_95235856896_704096896_1639764_7761496_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All told, we did just shy of 11 miles Sunday, which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; for someone who just got a good bike and has barely ridden this year.  I predict a happy summer full of more rides for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an extra long commute that took me to my brother's house for cat-feeding in the morning...that extended my full commute to 26 miles.  It was nice in the afternoon though, a nice retiree rode up next to me and we talked for a while.  I ride much faster when I'm with someone else, even if we're side by side.  I think my speed went from about 14 to 18, and I wasn't straining much.  It's just hard to convince myself to work very much harder when I'm riding alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for this update, hopefully I'll have more to write about soon, and not just end up doing a batch entry.  Keep the rubber side down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-4377449676487793658?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/4377449676487793658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=4377449676487793658' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4377449676487793658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4377449676487793658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2009/05/summary.html' title='Summary:'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/ShDlh43pyrI/AAAAAAAABLw/xhKlxhfRkM8/s72-c/4289_95235826896_704096896_1639758_3431601_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-2250294230628375079</id><published>2009-05-15T14:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:45:22.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's a failure?  I'm a failure!</title><content type='html'>So today is National Bike to Work Day!  And here I sit in Panera, after a refreshing....drive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried hard though!  I did!  I got up later than I had originally intended, but I was on the road by 8--over an hour before my normal  departure time.  Why so early?  Free pancakes for cyclists at the 2nd Street Market downtown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upside:  Aweseom, free food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Downside:  Where the heck is this place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew the general location, so I headed off, opposite the location of my workplace.  After about 8 miles, 2 wrong turns, and questioning two people, I found it.  It was actually not hard to find for someone with rudimentary navigational skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The setup they had was pretty sweet.  Tons of (giant) free pancakes, lots of information booths, and a surprising number of people there at that time (around 8:45 I suppose).  I ate my pancake as quickly as I could, and was back on mybike at 9:00.  I was iffy as to whether I could make the 8 mile ride to work on time considering I also had to ride 8 miles to my apartment first.  Hmmm.  If I averaged 16mph and changed in under 5 minutes, I'd just manage it.  I was pushing into the wind on the wayback though, and my pancake-filled stomach and out-of-shape legs didn't like pushing me any more than 14 or 15.  Sadder yet, when I turned south on Creekside my left knee starting giving some pretty serious pain--I'm not sure what it was, but it was not good, and I cut my speed down to about 10mph, resigning myself to driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oddly enough, Bike to Work Day was one of the only days I didn't ride &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; Spring as well.  I may have a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures as my camera died before I could even take one shot.  Hopefully it just wants new batteries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-2250294230628375079?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/2250294230628375079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=2250294230628375079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2250294230628375079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2250294230628375079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-failure-im-failure.html' title='Who&apos;s a failure?  I&apos;m a failure!'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1786132555182515380</id><published>2009-05-12T21:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:48:21.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...I've been away</title><content type='html'>Been away from posting for far too long.  After my deep snow commute I burned out on cycling for a while, and it's hard to start it up again after stopping for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've finally gotten back into the groove though, since I have been seriously enjoying the wonderful weather we've been having, and my girlfriend also just bought a Giant Cypress so we can go on rides together.  That means more biking and more biking with someone else, which are both good things.  Unfortunately she lives about 45 miles away so we can't see each other and ride every day, but we should be doing lots of riding on the weekends.  I just have to make sure I find the right balance between taking it too easy on her and wearing her out so much she decides that she hates bikes and hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow the advice I saw in Mountain Bike Action about taking new riders to the trail....I'll just ride behind her so she will set the pace she is comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's commute was extra long.  After work I jumped off the bike path and rode to the Performance store, which I reached at about 7:50.  It turns out they close at 7:00.  And open at 10:00.  Coincidentally, I work from 10 to 7, so I guess I won't be going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; on weekdays.  I rode across the street to an outdoor mall called The Greene though, and visited a shop called &lt;a href="http://roll-online.com/"&gt;roll:&lt;/a&gt; (the silly puctuation is all them).  It's a pretty sweet shop, and I grabbed the GF (let's call her "Erin") a few accessories for her new steed.  These will be picturd in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's definitely time to update my mileage log, it looks like I haven't ridden at all this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1786132555182515380?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1786132555182515380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1786132555182515380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1786132555182515380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1786132555182515380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-away.html' title='...I&apos;ve been away'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-5630661841604715714</id><published>2009-02-05T08:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:14:23.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>Once again a long delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update:  I followed through on my plan to ride the Heckler for my  commute the next day.  It wasn't really as great of an idea as I had hoped.  The tires did get plenty of grip everywhere....but it was really slow.  And actually rather painful.  My legs kept hurting in the way that they do when my saddle is too low, but the seat height seemed right.  I guess I don't have the fit dialed in as well as I thought.  Mountain biking offers many fewer opportunities to stay in the saddle, so I guess seat height issues are less noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now it's been a week since I've biked in.  Last Tuesday we had snow falling in the morning, and I threw the bike in the back of the truck, drove the truck to the mechanic that didn't fix it right, declined a loaner vehicle, and rode in to work.  (I'm not going to drive a loaner van in the snow when I only have liability coverage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride in wasn't too bad.  There was maybe an inch of snow on the ground, and I got the pleasure of putting down first tracks.  Eventually I saw some other tracks, but they were from feet.  I caught up to and passed the guy who was walking and continued to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They let us out of work early due to snow concerns, and there were about 4 inches of snow on the ground when I left for home.  The roads were clear, which was a plus, so I didn't have anything to worry about there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike path was....not clear.  I didn't know exactly how it would feel to ride 6 miles through that much powdery snow, but I can now conclude that I don't like it.  Even my knobby tires had trouble finding a good path through the snow since it was full of footprints and van tracks from where they are doing work in a park alongside the trail.  I thought riding in the van's tire tracks would simplify things--it very much did not.  Getting caught in the rut was very bumpy and slippery, and I would ride fresh snow any chance I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed a jogger going the other way, we greeted each other.  I kept chugging along (slowly), and a couple of miles later, he passed me.  I got passed by a jogger.  That was definitely the low point of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on, I saw another set of tire tracks in the snow.  Someone else had actually biked in that day, which surprised me.  I even saw the rider a mile or two later, getting on to the trail.  We exchanged greetings in passing  (Him:  How's it going?   Me:  I want summer!), and continued on.  For the rest of the ride, there was nothing to see on the path except my own faded tire tracks rom that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that it was sleeting/freezing rain the whole ride?  I think that's worth mentioning.  All told, we got:  4" of snow, sleet and freezing rain all night (maybe 1/2" of ice), then another 4" of snow on top the next day.  I wasn't about to try to bike through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; mess,  and even if I could have driven my car was still in the shop, so I just worked from home on Wednesday.  Computer people can do that.  Actually, no one in my department went in to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow never melted off much until the weekend and while I have wanted to ride the past couple of days, it's been 9 degrees in the morning (for our European visitors, that's approximately -1,000C).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe tomorrow should be up at least into the mid teens in the morning, so hopefully I'll get one day of biking in, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-5630661841604715714?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/5630661841604715714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=5630661841604715714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/5630661841604715714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/5630661841604715714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2009/02/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-725347376066536542</id><published>2009-01-22T02:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:18:47.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason to ride</title><content type='html'>OK, so it's really cold outside, but I will be commuting more often in the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  The clutch went out in my truck.  Drat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have definitely driven today if they truck had been functional, but I could either spend a day not at work, or bike in--and when there are expensive truck repairs coming, I would much rather have money coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the ride!  It was about 14 degrees when I left home today, and the pace was slow.  The primary factor slowing me down was the fact that the bike path was covered in snow.  The snow was full of footprints.  The footprints were frozen fairly solid.  Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience was much like riding across very rough gravel--slow and bumpy, though unlike most gravel the bike would sometimes start to wander (I guess this can sometimes happen with skinny tires and narrow gravel).  Here is what I rode through for six miles this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SXgaa7-v_KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/8aJ327r-hV8/DSCF0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SXgaa7-v_KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/8aJ327r-hV8/DSCF0568.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I got a bit warm on the ride in, so I pulled my balaclava down so it didn't cover my mouth after the first 2-3 miles.  By the time I got to work my mustache had ice in it from my condensed breath.  That's definitely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes forever to change clothes at work when you are wearing 3 pairs of socks, 1 pair of wool thermal underwear, 1 pair of wool semi tights, 1 pair of fleece sweatpants, 1 wool base layer, one fleece jersey, one lightweight wool jersey, one medium wool jersey, and a wind shell.  On the other hand, my hands didn't get very cold, and I think it was due to keeping my core temperature up.  I can't keep my hands any warmer than they are without a big investment in very nice gloves, but the ones I have are probably good for another 5 degrees if I am careful.  Not sure I want to test that, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home looked a little different than the ride in.  It's pretty difficult to take good snow trail pictures at night, so I decided to not take good ones and see where that got me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SXgagZTnq4I/AAAAAAAABDc/nYLHOoQuH6U/DSCF0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SXgagZTnq4I/AAAAAAAABDc/nYLHOoQuH6U/DSCF0572.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SXganKgh-TI/AAAAAAAABDk/s1x_v1dCRNs/DSCF0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SXganKgh-TI/AAAAAAAABDk/s1x_v1dCRNs/DSCF0582.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell that a few other dedicated (or des[perate?) souls have ridden recently as well, though the most definted set of tracks in the left side of the pictures is probably mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am planning to ride my full suspension mountain bike in and see how it does.  I think that it will handle the snow better than the Long Haul Trucker, since I put the 2.35" Nevegal/Blue Groove combo back on.  Wide tires should be good for snow.  Not as good on ice as the studded tires, but there was very little ice on the trail today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little tire comparison for what I like for different conditions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SXghTwD_5UI/AAAAAAAABEE/6RlD2quf1yY/DSCF0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SXghTwD_5UI/AAAAAAAABEE/6RlD2quf1yY/DSCF0589.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SXganKgh-TI/AAAAAAAABDk/s1x_v1dCRNs/DSCF0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left is the front wheel for my road bike, sporting a 700x23 Vredestein Fortezza.  Good only for smooth paved surfaces, and I only use that bike when it isn't raining--not due to the tires though, but due to a lack of fenders on that bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle we have a 700x35 Nokian Hakkapellita.  Performs well on ice, but is very heavy and very slow on clean dry pavement--about 30% slower than usual when running this tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the right is a 2.35" Kenda Nevegal (26").  Grips dirt like nothing else, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; horrible on the rolling resistance, and hopefully does a better job of floating over snow than the Nokians.  We shall see tomorrow.  Later today, technically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out and ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-725347376066536542?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/725347376066536542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=725347376066536542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/725347376066536542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/725347376066536542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2009/01/reason-to-ride.html' title='A reason to ride'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SXgaa7-v_KI/AAAAAAAABDQ/8aJ327r-hV8/s72-c/DSCF0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1823896622622700488</id><published>2009-01-13T08:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:50:09.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>OK, so I kinda fell off  the radar there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ran out of things to talk about.  Commuting was beginning to seem like more of a chore than an enjoyable activity, and I didn't much feel like discussing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter riding is all exciting at first,  but after the first month or so biking home in the dark &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; starts to get old for me.  No people, no sunlight, just pedaling ever onward into the blackness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still been riding some, but not as much.  A couple days were just too cold...when the morning temp is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt;, I just can't make myself go out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to swapping my pedals for platforms, at least.  My feet were definitely warmer yesterday in boots, but we'll see hwat happens when there's a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cold day.  It's above freezing this morning, that's like a miniature heat wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to get pictures of my commute in snow yesterday morning, but...I forgot my camera.  There was about an inch on the bike path, and I discovered that there are a few other people who bike to work in such conditions.  Four or five of them, along my route.  Even someone in my apartment complex, but they seem to go the other way, so I don't ever encounter them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was an exciting first post.  I'll see what I can do about posting more and better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1823896622622700488?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1823896622622700488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1823896622622700488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1823896622622700488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1823896622622700488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-72644051017495727</id><published>2008-11-13T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:27:25.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonstruck</title><content type='html'>If you haven't had the chance to go for a moonlight ride, go do it right now.  It's OK, I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have been riding home with my headlights off (once I get off the road).  I actually prefer the low light conditions to having a headlight for a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding with just a bar light gives a tunnel vision effect--everything ahead is clear, but everything to the sides remains a mystery.  It's quite easy to see, but I don't like not being able to see to the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A head mounted light I really don't like for commuting...it makes it easy to see wherever I'm looking, but it also makes it far too easy to inadvertently blind oncoming drivers.  I don't want them blind.  I also have a tendency to want to play with the light, in the sense of trying to look at &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; off to the sides.  "I wonder if I can see the creek through the trees...yep!  Can I see the tops of these trees I'm riding under?  Yep!  Crap, am I running off the trail because I'm not paying attention?  Yep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding in moonlight is something completely different though.  Monday's ride had a not-quite full moon, but I had a well-defined shadow in front of me the whole way home.  I could make out every important detail of the trail, though it was very grey.  Tuesday was overcast and it was pretty similar--I didn't have a shadow, but I could still make out all the details I needed to.  Wednesday was the best, it was raining lightly and the trail was like a mirror.  turning the light on didn't illuminate the trail any better than running with the light off, it only made trailside features more visible.  Night rides in the rain are an awesome way to gain a new perspective.  Rain gear gets hot when the temperature is hovering just under 50, though (I had the pit zips on the jacket open, at least).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-72644051017495727?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/72644051017495727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=72644051017495727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/72644051017495727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/72644051017495727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/11/moonstruck.html' title='Moonstruck'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-4964335399965607018</id><published>2008-11-06T08:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:31:49.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine, interrupted</title><content type='html'>My morning routine has been relatively simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I get up, shower, and eat breakfast,  I start thinking about what to wear for the day's ride.  Previously, that meant I would go to weather.com and look at the temperature + chance of rain, then dress appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weeks or so though, their temperature has been &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; colder than reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned this when I brought up their site, saw that the current temp was 30 degrees, and dressed for the cold.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually 47, and I was burning up the whole way there (and didn't have time to stop and take off any layers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it says it's 39.  The actual current temp is 51.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this means is...weather.com, you have become useless to me.  Stop being useless.  (OK, fine, I still use the radar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-4964335399965607018?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/4964335399965607018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=4964335399965607018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4964335399965607018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4964335399965607018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/11/routine-interrupted.html' title='Routine, interrupted'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-8742643297016492520</id><published>2008-10-31T09:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:12:54.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick reminder</title><content type='html'>Just a quick entry, but an important reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check your bolts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ride in yesterday because after I got all my bike clothes on and started to wheel my bike out the door, I saw everything on the rack wobbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon investigation, it was missing the rack bolt on the top right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon further investigation it was also missing the bolt on the bottom left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have checked everything when I noticed the water bottle cage was coming loose, but alas, I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just a reminder:  Check the tension on all the bolts periodically!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-8742643297016492520?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/8742643297016492520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=8742643297016492520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8742643297016492520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8742643297016492520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-reminder.html' title='Quick reminder'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1725234181558987137</id><published>2008-10-27T20:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:31:53.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another chilly/wet ride</title><content type='html'>Another ride in conditions most people would hate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the temp was about 37 with a chance of rain.  The forecast originally called for rain/snow showers, but they took the snow out until 10pm and lowered the chance of rain in the morning to &lt;30%.  There was a higher risk of rain in the afternoon though, so I had a good set of clothes with me.  Here was my morning wardrobe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.performancebike.com/shop/Profile.cfm?SKU=17473&amp;amp;item=10-3926&amp;amp;slitrk=search&amp;amp;slisearch=true"&gt;Terramar Merino Wool Long Sleeve Crew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugoi.com/"&gt;Sugoi&lt;/a&gt; jersey--don't see it on their site, but it's long sleeve, lightweight merino wool, half zipper front, single pocket in the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rivbike.com/search/run?query=semi-tights&amp;amp;commit=Search"&gt;Woll semi-tights from Rivendell&lt;/a&gt; - Unfortunately their rather annoying web design won't let me link directly to them, but this is the best I can do&lt;br /&gt;Defeet wool socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://showerspass.com/cart/product_info.php?cPath=21_25&amp;amp;products_id=57&amp;amp;osCsid=696deb77eaf42f0d5d30d92840d4dba0"&gt;Showers Pass touring jacket&lt;/a&gt; with hood (did not use hood in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.performancebike.com/shop/Profile.cfm?SKU=20888&amp;amp;item=10-5711&amp;amp;slitrk=search&amp;amp;slisearch=true"&gt;Manzella Cascade Gloves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pair of Velowear lycra shorts, since the tights don't have padding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning ride was great, the legs were just a tiny bit cool at first, but warmed up pretty quickly.  I was surprised how warm I was when I got to the office, I think I might have worn a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much on my torso--should have just had one jersey.  Could have also done with some lighter gloves, but I wanted the waterproof ones in case of rain.  I only saw two people on the morning, neither on bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was in total darkness, with rain, at about 39 degrees.  I threw on the set of rain pants I always keep in the trunk bag (they are good for rain and as an extra windproof layer in case I underdress), attached the hood to my jersey, and set off.  I also threw on a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.icebike.com/Clothing/Ctestedonice.htm"&gt;Visorgogs&lt;/a&gt; (scroll to the bottom of the page) to keep the water and cold air out of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ride was also surprisingly comfortable.  Except for discomfort around the neck from the rain hood, I was prety good the whole way.  The neck discomfort is pro bably just a personal thing, I really don't like things on my neck too much, and anything that passes between my chin and the strap of my helmet causes similar annoyance.  I was definintely warm enough the whole way home--once again, I could have lost a layer from my torso and not gotten cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only part of me that got wet from anything other than sweat were my cheeks, toes, and a small bit of my wrists between the gloves and the sleeves of my jacket--it would be nice if the gloves had longer cuffs, but I can deal with them as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2.5 miles into the ride, it began to sleet pretty hard.  It stung my face pretty good where the hood didn't cover, but the visorgogs kept my eyes clear.  They are not as good as I had hoped for fog prevention though, they kept fogging up even in the moderately warm 39 degree air.  Moving them around to get airflow cleared them out fairly quickly though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend all the clothing I had, it's all of good quality and everything seems to do the job it's advertised to do--I expect the gloves will be good for at least another 10 degrees, and after that I might be able to fit liners in them.  Unfortunately Performance only had the large and not the XLs though, those would be a better fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance has a matching set of wool tights to go with the jersey, but don't buy them to use as an outer layer.  They have a fly in them (made just like the one in a set of briefs).  Maybe no one would notice, but it's not the kin  The Rivendell ones are nicer beause they have a higher percentage of wool, a looser fit, and are a bit more casual looking.  They do cost more, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might ride tomorrow and I might not...depends on whether the night ride is still on.  Looks like I might be doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;nighttime trail rides this week.  Is this great or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1725234181558987137?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1725234181558987137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1725234181558987137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1725234181558987137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1725234181558987137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-chillywet-ride.html' title='Another chilly/wet ride'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-156638251481480772</id><published>2008-10-20T23:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:55:42.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slooooowing</title><content type='html'>My last few rides have seen a sharp decrease in speed.  I don't know if I have trouble pushing myself when it's cooler, if the layers of clothes get in the way, or if it's just the very lackadaisical attitude I have toward maintaining tire pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought that I was wearing myself out with other strengthening exercises I've been doing, but I did nothing but relax over the weekend and today saw my slowest commute yet.  I don't have additional pain, it just seems like I'm going 5mph slower than usual with the same effort.  I don't mind slowing down when I am taking it easy, but going slow for unknown reasons is starting to get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been road construction along my favored route for the past week.  They are running some culverts under the street, but I have never seen it done like this before--it is running along the road as opposed to across it.  For over half a mile the road is cut right down the middle of one lane, and they are gradually digging that up, putting in the pipe, and patching the asphalt.  It keeps the road closed in the morning, and in the afternoon I get a nice coating of dust from where the work has been going on.  On the bright side the construction hasn't affected the road where I ride down the hill, so I don't have to be careful at speed.  It will just be a bit annoying to ride up the rough pavement once they're finished.  I would get pictures, but it is quite dark by the time I get to that area now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cooler weather.darkness is definitely affecting the traffic on the trail now.  Today I saw one walker and two cyclists, one of whom had no lights (but at least there were reflectors.  I also saw three deer.  I am totally ready for the sun to come back now.  That happens when, some time in March?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-156638251481480772?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/156638251481480772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=156638251481480772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/156638251481480772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/156638251481480772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Slooooowing'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-4121645994711946598</id><published>2008-10-16T23:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:55:08.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temperature declining</title><content type='html'>It's definitely getting cooler out, though nothing I would call cold yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning commute was in the standard long sleeve jersey and shorts, but when I left to ride home I stopped before I even got into the parking lot to put on the wind shell.  There's a definite difference in low 50s with sun and low 50s at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been turning off my headlight when I get away from the roads and riding as much as I can on night vision.  It's definitely an interesting experience--being able to see the edges of the path, but not the surface itself.  I can make sure I don't run off into the grass, but there is no assurance at all of not hitting a tree branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing this today, another rider came up behind me.  I saw that he was coming because his light caused my shadow to stand out in front of me.  He pulled up next to me and informed me that there were a few people ahead, in case I couldn't see them (I could).  I responded by turning my own light on full and completely drowning out his 1 watt LED.  What can I say, I spent a long time building that light and I can be a bit of a showoff sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then scored extra points by noticing I was riding a Long Haul Trucker, and mentioning that people kept asking him for bike advice so much that he wrote a 6 page article on it, and recommended the LHT most highly.  I was starting to like this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a bit as we rode--he is in the unfortunate situation of working in a location that is not safe to get to by bike, as well as living somewhere where he can't safely get to the trails, so he has to load up the bike after work, drive to an access point, then do all his riding after dark.  That's dedication, I don't think that I would be doing very many rides at night if I wasn't commuting--except some occasional mountain biking, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soeaking of mountain biking, I might be able to do a night ride this weekend.  I have decided that the trials are close enough to my apartment that I should be able to go when I'm on call, because I can get out of the woods and back to my apartment within an hour if something goes bad at work.  I'm seeing a &lt;a href="http://www.victoriatheater.com/victoria_home/stomp.php"&gt;STOMP&lt;/a&gt; show that might interfere with this particular ride, though.  Hopefully I'll  be able to do both, but I guess if I miss this one ride I can survive.  I'll just have to post at the &lt;a href="http://www.joinomba.org"&gt;Ohio Mountain Bike Association&lt;/a&gt; forums and see if I can get something together.  It will read something like "Anyone up for a slow night ride this weekend?  I break my collarbone on 50% of my nocturnal trail excursions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's ride should be the chilliest yet, temps will be well below 50 in the morning.  Not sure if I want to break out the tights yet or if I'll wear some loose pants that are comfortable enough to ride in.  Decisions decisions...  Normally I leave the tights for below 45, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-4121645994711946598?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/4121645994711946598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=4121645994711946598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4121645994711946598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4121645994711946598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/10/temperature-declining.html' title='Temperature declining'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-6886243390018596218</id><published>2008-10-12T09:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:09:22.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Various</title><content type='html'>Hey, I never followed up on my 60-degrees-and-raining commute post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:  Long sleeve jersey (thin merino wool), rain jacket, and baggy shorts are fine, bordering on too warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was a 50 degree ride through dense fog.  I had forgotten one little aspect of fog:  It makes you wet.  I frequently had to wipe the front of my glasses down with my gloves, and it was chilly--right at the point where I was pondering to pull out my jacket, but not quite enough to motivate me to do it.  Plus I was running late and didn't want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things about riding in the cold--you can feel fine while on the bike because your core remains warm, but when you change at work, notice that your skin feels quite cold to the touch.  After a few minutes at work, the chill starts sinking in deeper....I'm generally much colder 20 minutes after a ride than during. I may start leaving a jacket at work (where I am normally quite warm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some mountain biking again yesterday, I was finally able to coordinate with my rother and get him on the trails again.  We hit John Bryan State Park and did 8.5 miles or so, at roughly half the speed I commute to work.  That's a pretty simple trail, and I am quite slow on it.  I have concluded that it's hard to actually be bad at road biking, but it's pretty easy to be bad at mountain biking.  It's still fun, though.  Oh, and there were some very attractive women hiking.  Maybe I should take up hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on the way back I had to purchase gas.  I was on the same tank from Aug 28 to Oct 11, so the driving less seems to be working for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-6886243390018596218?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/6886243390018596218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=6886243390018596218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6886243390018596218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6886243390018596218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/10/various.html' title='Various'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-4203920789987715324</id><published>2008-10-07T23:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:31:26.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More saddle problems</title><content type='html'>Well, the lacing of the Brooks seemed to be successful at first...but now it's too soft toward the back, where there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; no laces.  Not wanting to destroy the saddle by less-than-judicious twisting of the tension bolt, I have posted to &lt;a href="http://www.bikeforums.net/"&gt;Bikeforums&lt;/a&gt; for advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the commute tomorrow morning will be cool and rainy.  Not sure how I'll handle the clothing issues...it will be (according to weather.com) 59 degrees and raining, so I will have a thin wool jersey with my rain shell over it, but for the lower body I'm not sure.  Baggy shorts by themselves might make me a bit cold,  but if I wear rain pants over them I have a feeling I will be sitting in a mobile sweatbox for the entire ride.  I could try lycra shorts and wool tights I guess, but I have a feeling that would be the worst of both worlds-too warm from the insulation and soaking wet from the rain (though given the choice, I think I would rather be soaked by rain than trapped in my own sweat (as long as the rain isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;cold)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a difficult time of year to dress for, I always have to choose between being being pretty sweaty in the morning or being uncomfortably cold on the whole ride in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe or some of the dry rides I should wear two layers of jerseys and forsake the wind shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  The plan is to wear the baggies and pack the rain pants.  If it gets chilly, I can pull the pants on, so the wind will be blocked and I'll be a bit insulated.  If not....well, they aren't very heavy and they take up little room in my trunk bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-4203920789987715324?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/4203920789987715324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=4203920789987715324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4203920789987715324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4203920789987715324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-saddle-problems.html' title='More saddle problems'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1934803946020743469</id><published>2008-10-03T18:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:48:07.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter's coming...</title><content type='html'>Well, the time that I can leave work without lights on has officially passed.  Before leaving, I always set my &lt;a href="http://ecom1.planetbike.com/3034.html"&gt;Planet Bike Superflash&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bikeled.org/"&gt;home built LED headlamp&lt;/a&gt; to flash--the headlamp must be dimmed from max brightness before setting it to flash, otherwise it could blind oncoming cars.  It's is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bright.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn off the headlight when I get to the rail trail now, but I turn it back on before I get home--it just gets too dark for me to feel good about biking without it.  It's doubtful I would see a fallen branch that would end my fun pretty quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night rides are definitely exciting every now and then, but I have a feeling that lonely rides down a deserted trail will begin to wear on me before too long.  Maybe I should look into alternate routes that are slightly more urban--though between 7:00 and 8:00 when I'm on the road, it's likely they would be travelled a little &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; well for my tastes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temperatures have been as low as 50 when I've left for work in the morning, and I've been fine with baggy MTB shorts, light long sleeve jersey, a wind shell, and some thin long-fingered MTB gloves.  Another 5 degrees and I'll have to add some lower body covering though.  I'm thinking of carrying a pair of rain pants in my trunk bag all the time in case I get chilled on a ride--they are made to fit over regular clothing so I wouldn't have any problems there.  Until it dips below 40 I'm not too worried about being chilled though.  We'll see what my coworkers think when I come in wearing tights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tryingto figure out what to do about foot warmth this year, and decided I'd just swap out my Eggbeater Candy SLs with some cheap MKS rat trap pedals from Rivendell.  Then I'll just wear my hiking boots with some wool socks (I bet they'll look awesome with tights).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been pretty successful at biking recently, I have over a hundred miles more logged on the bike than in the truck for last month--I'll have to figure up the exact total later.  But at the current rate of gas consumption, I would only have to fill up 6 times a year.  Not quite car free, but definitely moving in that direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I experienced for the first time on Monday:  Commuting home in a nighttime thunderstorm.  It started to rain right as I got to an underpass on the bike trail, so I stopped and dug out my rain jacket/wind shell.  It works pretty well, and it was still in the 60s so I didn't regret my lack of rainproof pants.  It wasn't too windy, but the rain did come down for a while--enough to make it exciting, with some flashes of lighting in the distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interestingly, when the rain ended I discovered that I could see the paved surface of the trail exactly as well with my headlight on as with it off.  The headlight did illuminate the sides of the trail, but that wasnt' really necessary.  It should be noted though that nighttime rides in rain while wearing glasses aren't great if tehre's traffic about--I need to wear some sort of goggles in that case so I can wipe the water off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose that's all I have for now, more to come next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1934803946020743469?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1934803946020743469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-7198974981032717623</id><published>2008-09-27T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:20:08.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burley Update</title><content type='html'>Some things I didn't mention the first time around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One downside of the Burley is they even though it has a cover, it's not completely waterproof.  I would not be surprised is water could come in through the bottom around the wheels, and I know for a fact that spray from the rear wheel frequently gets thrown under the front flap and into the cargo compartment--even with full coverage fenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The push/pull I mentioned definitely seems to come from the tow bar flexing.  I loaded it up with 80lbs of cat liter today (and a few small items) and rocked it back and forth, and could definitely se flex.  I don't think it's really anything to worry about though, and it's really only noticeable on roads that are crappy and have  deep cracks at regular intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer handles just fine with 80lbs of cargo.  Definitely slower, and you will pay for any attempts at ast acceleration, but decent top speeds on the flats and high top speeds on the downhills are the norm.  Much slower when going uphill, but that's why the Long Hual Trucker has a 26x32 granny gear (though I didn't even need to use the granny ring today, and I don't think I even used the 32 in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top speed with the trailer today was 26.4, top speed with it loaded was 26, ride length was 12.21 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing to be careful of:  The trailer rides so smoothly sometimes that it's possible to forget how heavy it is, but it definitely takes a toll on braking.  And mounting the bike when facing downhill, it is more vital to clamp down on the brake levers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I really want to get one of the Rans Hammer Trucks this spring, as shown by &lt;a href="http://commutebybike.com/2008/09/25/rans-hammer-truck/"&gt;Commute by Bike&lt;/a&gt;.  I was disappointed when I first learned what they aren't compatible with Xtracycle parts, but they also have a much higher cargo capacity, so I guess that's a win.  I was never a huge fan of the crank forward bikes before, but this seems like an ideal application.  I'll have to go about 30 miles to get to a RANS dealer though to test ride one to see if it works for me.  But hey, I think I should be able to get there by bike, so I can score poiunts with myself at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also forgot to attach the third pic of my trailer shopping trip the other day, it does a bit better job of showing how much it was carrying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SNuDt11vRSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/PHPQzkMAJfA/DSCF0553%20%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SNuDt11vRSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/PHPQzkMAJfA/DSCF0553%20%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-7198974981032717623?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/7198974981032717623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=7198974981032717623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/7198974981032717623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/7198974981032717623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/09/burley-update.html' title='Burley Update'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SNuDt11vRSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/PHPQzkMAJfA/s72-c/DSCF0553%20%28Large%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1520552387408672561</id><published>2008-09-25T08:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:01:27.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burley Nomad</title><content type='html'>As promised, the possibly long-awaited Burley Nomad review.  I'm going to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt; that you're all interested and rapt with attention, so bear with me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the Burley Nomad:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.burley.com/products/adventure/nomad.cfm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrow enough to fit through a door, light enough that it doesn't kill you by itself, and carries 100lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from my last shopping trip (try not to judge me by the food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SNuDrXmCLOI/AAAAAAAAAx8/9G4qhiP5K5I/s1600-h/DSCF0551+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SNuDrXmCLOI/AAAAAAAAAx8/9G4qhiP5K5I/s400/DSCF0551+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249934571721600226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SNuDtashgBI/AAAAAAAAAyE/YpkPRgXMvqg/s1600-h/DSCF0552+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SNuDtashgBI/AAAAAAAAAyE/YpkPRgXMvqg/s400/DSCF0552+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249934606913863698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it holds quite a decent amount of groceries even though the front section could have held quite a bit more.  I usually don't use the divider (if it's not velcroed around the crossbar it just lays flat) but I decided that my bag of salad and bagels probably didn't need things on top of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it handle?  Pretty well!  Making extreme right turns can cause the wheel to hit the towing bar, but that rarely happens to me--and never will at high speed.  Left turns are limited only by the bicycle's turning radius.  The way the tow bar attaches, the trailer rides a little bit to the left--the right wheel of the trailer lines up pretty close to the wheels of your bike when going straight down the road.  Very convenient as it means if you move over to let a car pass, you don't really have to worry about the trailer falling off the edge of the road.  I suppose it's less convenient in countries where they drive on the wrong side of the road, but that's what they get for being weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned before that on crappy pavement it feels funny.  The road that I take to Kroger has lots of cracks in it, and riding along it feels like there's some push/pull aaction from the trailer--I don't know if this is the tow bar flexing or if it's simply the trailer pushing and pulling slightly as the wheels ride up and down the breaks in the pavement.  I've come to believe it is the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to give a little extra room when cornering, obviously, since like a car trailer it will have a shorter turning radius than the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also used a BOB trailer before, an old discontinued model called the &lt;a href="http://www.phred.org/%7Ealex/bikes/bobcoz.html"&gt;Coz&lt;/a&gt;.  The only difference in the Coz and the Ibex seems to be the way they carry cargo--the Ibex has an open cargo area where one is meant to put a dry bag, and the Coz just has a rubbermaid container bolted onto the bare frame.  Handling and attachment should be identical though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The #1 advantage of the BOB over the Burley is that due to the attachment system and the articulating yoke, it will follow the back wheel almost exactly through turns.  This means that you don't have to take turns any wider, and it can be used while mountain biking (very useful for carrying trail tools).  The fact that it has only a single wheel in back also makes it narrower, and the whole trailer tilts along with the bike when cornering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BOB requires a special skewer to attach to the bike, the Burley needs nothing special to attach, it has a special clamp that fits on the left side of the rear triangle.  Note that this means it woin't work on a bike with disc brakes, they make an adapter to attach to the skewer in this case, but I have no experience with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burley ca be easily attached whether empty or fully loaded, and it's designed so that the tongue weight should only be 10% of the total load weight.  BOBs are not supposed to be attached when loaded (and it's really hard to do anyway), and transfer more of the total load weight to the rear wheel of the bike.  Burleys also have a higher maximum load, 100lbs vs 50lbs.  For touring, this shouldn't make much of a difference, but I like to take mine when I go to buy big bags of cat litter, so higher weigh limits are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when pulling the Burley I get more room from cars.  I think this is partly because it sticks out more into the traffic lane and partly because people think it might be a child trailer.  For some reason it's OK to hit adult cyclists, but it's not OK to hit kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely recommend the Burley for shopping and touring, but I still think an Xtracycle would have advantages--hopefully I'll be able to build one up by spring and report back.  I suppose I could always have an Xtracycle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;a trailer attached, but I think that would get a little heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go to work soon, so I guess I'll cut this off here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1520552387408672561?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1520552387408672561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1520552387408672561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1520552387408672561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1520552387408672561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/09/burley-nomad.html' title='Burley Nomad'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SNuDrXmCLOI/AAAAAAAAAx8/9G4qhiP5K5I/s72-c/DSCF0551+%28Large%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-8397039476777170532</id><published>2008-09-22T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:19:33.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Useful new knowledge</title><content type='html'>Still no internet so I am posting from my phone again, excuse the brevity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovered something quite useful the other day and have been able to duplicate it twice.  I can trip traffic lights with the Long Haul Trucker.  Must be the combination of steel frame and rims.  Definitely makes handling non-busy intersections easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technique that has worked for me is to pretty much park right on top of the sensor loop along the right side.  Considering that I have waited through 2+ cycles if these lights when nitrate on the sensors, this is a definite time saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on a writeup on the Burley trailer for whenever internet returns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-8397039476777170532?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/8397039476777170532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=8397039476777170532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8397039476777170532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8397039476777170532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/09/useful-new-knowledge.html' title='Useful new knowledge'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-3024040879094624777</id><published>2008-09-18T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:00:52.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reason for not updating</title><content type='html'>havent een able to post this week since hurricane ike took out my internet.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know at exactly what point hurricanes became a threat to ohio, but it is not my favorite thing to ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will have cable back soon, being without internet access is quite annoying.  not to mention the savagery of being reduced to broadcast tv.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i am updating from my phone, so that explains the lack of caps and proper punctuation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-3024040879094624777?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/3024040879094624777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=3024040879094624777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3024040879094624777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3024040879094624777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/09/reason-for-not-updating.html' title='reason for not updating'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-6906026604748913608</id><published>2008-09-11T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:45:43.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>Caution</title><content type='html'>Once again my lack of camping disappoints. I decided I should stay in town, as I discovered the Beavercreek Popcorn Festival. I've always been a big fan of popcorn, so I decided it would be pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:  There wasn't really very much popcorn there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out with me finally biking to church (4.6 miles), then riding to the popcorn fest (maybe a mile or so from there). I found a convenient pole to lock my bike to (have I mentioned the way there are no bike racks here?) and wondered around. Got some snacks and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dear reader, comes a story. A story with an important moral. I normally reserve this blog for general narration on the state of biking in my life, for ride reports, and (when I am less lazy), reviews of commuting gear. But now I feel obligated to speak word of caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to race a recumbent just after eating lunch.  It will not make you look awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing I looked "Fred" enough that he counts it as no victory, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I pull onto the rail trail, I see what seems to be a recumbent trike in the distance, off to my left. I turn right, and begin my ride toward home, eeking out 1 or 2 extra mph so that if I am passed it will not be THAT bad. The path has a very slight grade (1.5-2%) for the next mile or mile and a half, so I usually run about 15 or 16 on this section on a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About halfway up the "hill", I get passed. I call out "Hi!" because I wanted to tell him his trike was pretty sweet (I think it was a Catrike Explorer--I know it was yellow). Alas, I was ignored, likely due to his iPod. I ceeded defeat, slowing to 13-14 for the rest of the "climb". He is still well within sight when I cross Grange Hall Rd. The hill continues though, so he continues to pull slightly ahead of me as we go. For some reason, even though the next block of trail is a similar slope, I am usually way faster. I try to keep my speed above 16 as I ride along now, seeing if I can catch back up. I am definitely making progress, I think, and it becomes more pronounced as I pass the park-n-ride location and move onto more level ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go for my usual sprint on the slight downgrade here, and soon reach about 25. I pass the trike, and am feeling rather proud of myself when my stomach begins to protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, remember me?  I'm that chicken pita you ate at the popcorn festival."&lt;br /&gt;"How ya doin'!  Man, you were delicious, but you're kind of hurting me now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah?  Well how about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me?&lt;/span&gt;  I'm the large Icee you washed it down with!"&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm.....cherry.  Ow, pain.  What's with all this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're helping with that."&lt;br /&gt;"Who....who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"We're the popcorn burger and diet coke you had just before you left.  You eat too much, man."&lt;br /&gt;"You may be right, but...ugh, now I'm slowing down!  I lose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the trike rider passed me, since I had slowed way down at that point. Looking at the graph from my Garmin, you can actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; my stomach start to hurt toward the end of the ride.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SMkRs0TfKMI/AAAAAAAAAx0/NNJU6HlnqXY/s1600-h/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SMkRs0TfKMI/AAAAAAAAAx0/NNJU6HlnqXY/s400/pain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244742702701947074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've never been a racer, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; usually end up being faster than 95% of the people I see riding on the bike path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-6906026604748913608?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/6906026604748913608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=6906026604748913608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6906026604748913608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6906026604748913608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/09/caution.html' title='Caution'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/SMkRs0TfKMI/AAAAAAAAAx0/NNJU6HlnqXY/s72-c/pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-8918000161006205998</id><published>2008-08-31T12:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:29:59.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike marketing</title><content type='html'>Quick thoughts, decided I'd post before I forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since biking seems to be taking off again now and people are buying bikes based as much on comfort as on anything else as evidenced by sales of city bikes...shouldn't hti be the perfect time for recumbents to take off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recumbents are, by all reoports, the ideal bikes for the new craze.  Ultimate comfort, great speed, they can carry cargo as well as a delta frame bike (excepting cargo bikes, which there are also recumbent alternatives to).  The only place where I see a definite lack of superiority is in price.  Let's face it, there's no such thing as a cheap recumbent.  People also talk about their lack of climbing ability, but I imagine they don't climb any worse than the 50lb Dutch commuter bikes that everyone seems to love right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it an image thing?  Do people still for some reason think they look "dorky"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most compelling argument I've seen for recumbents not catching on is that there's more demand for delta frame bikes because that's what the professional bike racers use.  That's both ridiculous and terribly, terribly plausible.  Most of the hobbies I've been in, people tend to go with what's popular, whether it be flying a radio controlled Edge 640 instead of a Sughoi (so yesterday) or using foil-like wushu steel broadswords in kung fu because they move faster for competition, regardless of the fact that yoiu can't really do a form right without a properly weighted sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's it going to take for recumbents to catch on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note that I don't have a recumbent.  I'm planning on getting one within the next year though--finances are not allowing it just now.  Of course, I also need an Xtracycle.  We'll see which wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-8918000161006205998?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/8918000161006205998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=8918000161006205998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8918000161006205998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8918000161006205998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/08/bike-marketing.html' title='Bike marketing'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-3126826296634895060</id><published>2008-08-31T09:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:16:25.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1500</title><content type='html'>According to my log, I hit 1500 miles for the year while on the way to work on Friday.  Almost-every-day commuting definitely helps the miles add up.  Even better, $238 savings in gas so far.  I can deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'm going to try to start posting some reviews of my day-to day equipment that had proven useful in my commute.  That's the kind of thing I like seeing in a blog, so I'll assume that everyone else likes seeing it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I plan to take a bike camping trip, probably either to &lt;a href="http://www.johnbryan.org/"&gt;John Bryan&lt;/a&gt; or possibly &lt;a href="http://www.dnr.state.oh.us/tabid/720/default.aspx"&gt;Caesar's Creek&lt;/a&gt;.  John Bryan won't let you reserve a campsite for Saturday night only though, so that's annoying--I guess I either have to pay for Friday too or pay on-site and hope it's not a popular camping weekend.  I would imagine that people are getting out of their system now though--but I'm on call this weekend so I have to stay home.  I'm not sure if Caesar's Creek has the same two-days-required-on-weekends system, but I have a feeling that they might be full due to the &lt;a href="http://www.renfestival.com/"&gt;Ren Festival&lt;/a&gt; being held nearby.  I should go to that when it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; "Kids get in free" weekend.  Maybe I'll bike there.  Anyone up for biking to the renaissance period on...say, the 13th?  Looks like a trail from Xenia should go pretty close to where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay tuned, next week I'll try to offer up reviews of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Banjo Brothers Waterproof Pannier&lt;br /&gt;-Ortlieb Back Roller Plus&lt;br /&gt;-Banjo Brothers expandable rack top bag&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe something else if I think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-3126826296634895060?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/3126826296634895060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=3126826296634895060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3126826296634895060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3126826296634895060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/08/1500.html' title='1500'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1668203762600396737</id><published>2008-08-25T09:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:15:11.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here, looking for ideas</title><content type='html'>I didn't get hit by a car or anything, I have just been trying to come up with ideas for the next post.  Nothing has presented itself yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887508351316947818"&gt;Phil Lepanto&lt;/a&gt; pointed out in the comments, my last post was a bit unreadable to some people.  Apparently the font got set to "Webdings".  Firefox doesnt' seem to have webdings (I would bet it's one of the wonderful MS-exclusive fonts), so I imagine only people who used internet explorer would have been unable to see the last post.  If it makes you feel any better,  I don't think it was one of my better ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still been doing a pretty good job of biking, as evidenced by the fact that it's been over a month since I've had to buy gas--I think that's the longest I've gone without buying gas since 1996.  And I didn't buy any before that since I didn't drive.  Still though, I could be doing better.  It's much harder to work up the willl to bike to a store 5 miles away on a weekend than it is to ride to work every day.  Not really sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've noticed aboutthe stores around here...up on North Fairfield Rd, one of the larger shopping areas and a place where I do a lot of my shopping (home of Best Buy, Circuit City, Lowe's, Target, Petsmart, a mall, etc), thare is a nice separated bike lane along both sides of the busiest part of the road.  Hoorah, bike friendliness, right?   ...not one of the stores I've been to along there has a bike rack.  Not one!  (there might be one at the mall, but I don't much go to the mall)  I've always said that having a rack to lock to at a store is more important than building bike-specific roadways to get to the store--after all, I can ride on the road with cars, but I can't lock to air.  Maybe I should just write to the manager of a store or the owner of a shopping center, I've heard people have actually had luck with that.  Any tips from anyone with experience in the matter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1668203762600396737?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1668203762600396737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1668203762600396737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1668203762600396737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1668203762600396737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-here-looking-for-ideas.html' title='Still here, looking for ideas'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-3619824861859794662</id><published>2008-08-13T21:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:02:22.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MUP traffic, icepick through the skull</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I keep noticing that the people I see on the rail trail don't fit the stereotypical profiles I would have guessed at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Usually when I see rollerbladers, they look like retirees.  Maybe I'm just old, but I though that was more of a young person's hobby.  More power to them though, being active is always good, and you have to respect them for taking it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I also see lots of people in the 60-70 range riding old cruisers.  Definitely nice to see them prove that cycling is not just a young person's hobby, and that anyone can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I see quite a few recumbents, too, which always make me a bit jealous.  I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; to someday get a SWB 'bent (such as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.bacchetta.com/recumbents/bikes/corsa-ss.htm"&gt;Bacchetta Corsa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;) or a  trike (like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.catrike.com/expedition.htm"&gt;Catrike Expedition)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  They look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  (I picked those models simply because I know someone who has both and he seems greatly pleased with them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Speaking of trikes, I got passed by one for the first time yesterday.  In my defense, it would have been unlikely to happen if I'd had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; non-bent wheels, but hey, I can't always be fast.  Or usually be fast.  Or hardly ever be fast.  Anyway...  I passed him at one of the park &amp;amp; ride locations on the rail trail and thought about stopping to check out his ride, but decided against it since I just wanted to get home and minimize the damage to my wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't see very many others who look like commuters during my rides, but I have a feeling that it's because I'm not on the trail until about 9:20 every morning and 7:15 at night--not exactly prime commuter hours, but I can't exactly shift my work schedule.  I have noticed that when it rains I'm pretty muh the only one out there except for some die-haard joggers and dog walkers, but maybe during peak commute hours there's a more cycling-oriented crowd.  I wonder what it will be like when I attempt a snow commute this winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today's ride home was slower than it should have been due to an incredibly bad stabbing main in my head, just behind the left eye.  Don't know what caused that, easing up on the effort didn't help much, but I sure didn't feel like pedalling fast with that going on.  It's still there to a small extent, but nothing like it was coming home.  Hope it isn't in some way exercise-induced.  Severe head pain might be enough to convince me to stop commuting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Until next time....be safe, and "keep the rubber side down", to use a cliche I've only actually heard one person say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-3619824861859794662?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/3619824861859794662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=3619824861859794662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3619824861859794662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3619824861859794662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/08/mup-traffic-icepick-through-skull.html' title='MUP traffic, icepick through the skull'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-2861853530548651339</id><published>2008-08-12T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:04:00.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever I did, I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>My current working theory is that at some point in my life I have inadvertently angered a clan of gypsies.  Possibly while I was riding my Giant.  The gypsies then cursed the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to my previously enumerated woes, today I rode the TCR because the Long Haul Trucker is in need of a new chain.  I was making really good time until my cellphone rang.  It was in my backpack, so I pulled over to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling over was simple, and involved 1) shifting down to my lowest gears while still moving, then 2) hearing a loud grinding sound and many clangs and pops.  2) is a completely optional step, and not recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my rear derailleur shifted my chain all the way off the cassette and into the spokes.  The spokes were moving quicky and the cassette was not because I was no longer pedaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chain can eat through spokes at quite a rapid rate when properly motivated, and today was no exception.  I ended up with a 24 spoke wheel that had, due to budget constraints, been reduced to a 21 spoke wheel.  When you only have 24 spokes to start with, every one of them counts.  Especially on the drive side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first item of business was to try to extricate the chain from between the cassette and the remaining spokes.  This is much more easily stated than done, and ended up requiring the collective brainpower of 5 people--two nice couples stopped to help me.  If any of you happen to see this, I really appreciate all the help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step was to wrap the broken spokes around the spoke closest to them.  This wasn't so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step three was to try to introduce some semblance of trueness to the wheel.  This was very slightly successful, but the paired spoke wheels are apparently tricky to true at the best of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rear brakes got loosened, the wheel got replaced, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carefully&lt;/span&gt; rode the remaining 3-4 miles to work, listening to claning noises the whole way and hoping the wheel would not suddenly collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was my slowest ride ever, I was usually only going 11-13 mph because not only was the brake rubbing, but I was quite fearful that the wheel would collapse.  The thought of calling my brother for a ride crossed my mind, but I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; to cool for that.  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this weekend I might have to find a good shop.  "Village Cyclery" in Yellow Springs was suggested as being quite good, but if there happens to be anyone else in the Dayton area with an idea I'm open to other options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just leave it hanging on my wall and fix it much later though.  It's gonna cost quite a bit of money because I have the feeling that the rim is shot and I will be surprised if the derailleur hangar isn't bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I've got two good commuter bikes, the other of which is rock solid--and is always carrying a spare spoke.  I also have my full suspension mountain bike, which I could definitely take to work if I needed to, but is far from my first choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier news, I went to &lt;a href="http://www.coldsteel.com/"&gt;Cold Steel's website&lt;/a&gt; today and saw their new graphic on the front page, which I am sure they won't mind me reproducing here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/csstoreonline/splashphoto.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/csstoreonline/splashphoto.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, I like good knives, I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; knives, and he's using cycling to sell the product.  Gotta love that non cycling industries are pushing cycling.  And the picture amuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I should buy a knife to show how much I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should email them though and tell him to be careful of those low spoke count wheels, like me he's a pretty big guy.  Only with muscles and things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-2861853530548651339?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/2861853530548651339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=2861853530548651339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2861853530548651339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2861853530548651339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/08/whatever-i-did-im-sorry.html' title='Whatever I did, I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-5307503434593685472</id><published>2008-08-04T07:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:18:08.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy riding week</title><content type='html'>On Thursday I actually managed to turn in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; sub 1hr commute.  I didn't think I was gonna be able to pull it off, but a skinny guy on a road bike passed me so it gave me something to chase.  It's always helpful to have that carrot to chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly caught up to him over about a mile and a half, and passed him a few hundred feet before we got to a crossing on the bike path.  I came to a near-stop to check for traffic, saw that it was clear, and went on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly thereafter I was passed again.  Apparently he saw that it was clear since I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave chase again, slowly reeling him in until we caught up with a group of kids on BMXs.  He came in behind them, looked back, and just waved me by.  That was rather anticlimactic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, as long as I pass people who probably weigh more than a hundred pounds less than me while I'm carrying 20 pounds of stuff I feel good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday brought my longest ride of the year so far.  I wanted some ice cream, so I took a trip over to &lt;a href="http://www.youngsdairy.com/"&gt;Young's Jersey Dairy&lt;/a&gt; to meet my brother and his wife.  I decided to take the rail trail as far as I could, which meant it was close to 25 miles.  Each way.  Never done a ride that long before without being in a group, but there are towns along the way to resupply at, so I went ahead and did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bikely.com/maps/bike-path/179955"&gt;Here is the route that I took.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a surprisingly nice ride...the grades are all very gradual and there were a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of people out.  I probably passed 20 people going out there and another 10 on the way back...though one of them passed me on the way back, so I guess he doesn't count.  I was riding the Long Haul Trucker because I wanted to have my Garmin Vista GPS mounted--I hadn't charged the Edge in a couple days and didn't think it would last the whole ride.  I was correct and it only lasted for the ride there.  Rather unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I learned that 1/8" leather lace is apparently not strong enough to hold my saddle together as it broke in two places.  I'll have to see what else I can find..maybe just a shoelace will do, though it won't look as cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got just a few pictures on the way there, so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/YoungSRide/photo#5230631554763775794"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJbvr5yk3zI/AAAAAAAAAvg/oqPRNGvaWfc/s800/DSCF0482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in Xenia, not long after getting on the rail trail going north.  Xenia is the self-proclaimed "Bicycling capitol of the Midwest", and they definitely seem to do a good job with keeping things bike friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/YoungSRide/photo#5230631656091037218"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJbvxzQ4LiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/iqmFS6257Ds/s800/DSCF0483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot from Xenia.  Have I ever mentioned how much I love separated bike paths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/YoungSRide/photo#5230631785872288306"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJbv5WvI6jI/AAAAAAAAAvw/0aP7ZaFq_NM/s800/DSCF0484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I few miles north of Xenia.  There's a horse trail running alongside the rail trail, and there was a stable to rent horses a mile or two further north.  I like having the horses separate because dodging horse crap was never my idea of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/YoungSRide/photo#5230631991116447986"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJbwFTVKQPI/AAAAAAAAAwA/cZTzLu7nbko/s800/DSCF0486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car overpass.  It looked to be only one lane wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/YoungSRide/photo#5230632019007497122"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJbwG7O546I/AAAAAAAAAwM/sWrj72Ztfq0/s800/DSCF0487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cow riding a bike at Young's Dairy.  they seem to be very bike friendly there--there's a pretty good sized bike rack, and they also give free coffe, tea, or soda to cyclists who come in on weekdays.  Good marketing considering they're less than a mile from the rail trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/YoungSRide/photo#5230632138110777362"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJbwN27VuBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Mam08LpjKqg/s800/DSCF0488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the trail going south.  Not nearly as deep in shadow as the picture would imply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/YoungSRide/photo#5230632200740903506"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJbwRgPhmlI/AAAAAAAAAwc/BxcVHKJDrlA/s800/DSCF0489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little restaurant in Yellow Springs.  This was taken over my shoulder on the way back, when I was going in around 12:30 there were probably 20 bicycles and 10 motorcycles out front.  Just north there was a park &amp;amp; ride location for the trail and probably another 15 cyclists there.  Yellow Springs has a reputation of being full of hippies and stoners, and I'm afraid that I may have to confirm that.  North of this intersection I smelled marijuana for about 3/4 mile.  Also, fun fact of the day:  Firefox's spell check does not recognize "stoners" as a valid word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my ride.  I'll have to do it again sometime, but I'll try the gelato.  Maybe play some miniature golf at Young's.  This is the kind of ride that would be great to do with another person, but unfortunately I have yet to find a riding partner here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young's sponsors a charity ride every year that is 2 day, 83 miles per day that I would like to try next year--if I can gather up the $200 that is required.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-5307503434593685472?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/5307503434593685472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=5307503434593685472' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/5307503434593685472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/5307503434593685472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-riding-week.html' title='Busy riding week'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJbvr5yk3zI/AAAAAAAAAvg/oqPRNGvaWfc/s72-c/DSCF0482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-8873856135584549848</id><published>2008-07-30T23:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:52:15.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good week so far</title><content type='html'>So far it's been a good week for biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mountain biking trip Sunday, I did my regular commute Monday, but my saddle was really starting to become painful.  It's a Brooks B17, and it was beginning to sag--probably a combination of getting wet (and being ridden that way) and possibly too much proofide.  On the way home from work Sunday I stopped at a craft/hobby store and bought a leather punch and a spool of leather lace--time to try lacing up the saddle as suggested by Sheldon Brown and many others.  I used the pics here as a guide:  http://www.wallbike.com/content/butchering.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punching the holes was easier than I thought--that leather is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thick&lt;/span&gt; so I thought it might be a problem, but the hole punch went though without much fuss.  I laced it up and it felt nice and tight, but I couldn't put it on the bike.  Hmmm, there's something not shown very well in the B17 pictures--where should I run the laces to provide proper tension, but not interfere with the seatpost clamp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJE2GAX1ljI/AAAAAAAAAu0/bvPhsW2BplE/DSCF0476.JPG?imgmax=720"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJE2GAX1ljI/AAAAAAAAAu0/bvPhsW2BplE/DSCF0476.JPG?imgmax=720" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJE2JsziTsI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uBG1P6z8Kl0/DSCF0479.JPG?imgmax=720"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJE2JsziTsI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uBG1P6z8Kl0/DSCF0479.JPG?imgmax=720" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never came up with a satisfactory answer, so I just mounted the saddle and ran the laces in as direct a manner as I could think of.  A few of them run right through the hollow center of the seatpost clamp, but I figure that's not a problem unless I take the saddle off, which I am not planning to do unless there's a huge, unforseen catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed at how well the laces match the honey saddle--one would think they were made for each other.  The ride was improved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt;, restoring the comfort and support of my sit bones on the suspended saddle as opposed to on the rails where they had been resting.  (ouch!)  I'm happy with the results though.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't ride it to work Tuesday, though.  I felt like going for speed, so I took the Giant out for another ride.  For some reason my GPS didn't want to record distance for about he first mile of the ride (which means it also wasn't recording time), but I made note of when I left and my distance to work doesn't vary more than .01 miles, so I could figure up my average easily enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to work with an average speed approaching 16mph.  This is much better than I usually manage, and it meant that the elusive sub 1hr round trip could be attainable (my commute is exactly 16.25 miles round trip).  I took extra care to not load myself down at lunch, avoided overindulging in the healthy snacks, and prepared myself for the trip home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two miles consist of a short climb and a long downhill, but I managed to resist the urge to sprint on the downhill, knowing my energy would be better spent elsewhere.  When I got on the rail trail that led home, I just kept my power output above where it usually is, trying to find the magic sweet spot between comfortable riding and burning myself out.  For once, the gamble paid off, and my speed hardly ever dipped below 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of effort is much easier on a group ride when you've got people to chase and a draft to try to stay in.  It's all the better if you don't know where you are so you think you have to stay with the group or risk getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at my apartment, downloaded the data from my GPS, and added on the missing time and extra mile that didn't get logged in the morning.  57 minutes and change, average speed of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16.88&lt;/span&gt;.  Not an Olympic record by any means, but it feels good to finally reach a goal I've been shooting for.  Now I suppose I have twin goals:  1) Make the trip in under 55 minutes on the Giant and 2) Make the trip in under an hour on the Long Haul Trucker.  I plan to ride the Giant a lot more from now on, it feels more comfortable than it used to.  It's too bad the frame isn't a size larger though, I think that would make a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll see if I can turn in another sub-60 time on the Giant, but I'm not sure that's gonna work because there's some residual tiredness that I need to expunge.  Also, I should take it easy so I have energy to ride to Kroger after work--my grocery supply is dwindling at a rather depressing rate, and it may be that I need food to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to give up soda though, I have very little self control around it.  In just under a week and a half, I drank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt;12 packs of Diet Coke.  I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure that even though there's no sugar there's probably something unhealthy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight after the fast ride:  254.  Hey, it's progress.  Slow progress, but still progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-8873856135584549848?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/8873856135584549848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=8873856135584549848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8873856135584549848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8873856135584549848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-week-so-far.html' title='Good week so far'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SJE2GAX1ljI/AAAAAAAAAu0/bvPhsW2BplE/s72-c/DSCF0476.JPG?imgmax=720' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-2039906421326459599</id><published>2008-07-29T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:20:07.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to see mountains again--Mountains!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I haven't reeally seen mountains much.  And I've never mountain biked on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sunday I finally got to do some mountain biking again, and it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the ride, I put a new chain on the Heckler (SRAM of course).  Aired up the suspension, set the tire pressure, all was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met two people at the trailhead who seemed willing to let me tag along (I think they may have just met too, so it worked out pretty well).  They were pretty nice folks, hopefully we'll get to ride again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about three miles though, my chain broke.  My brand new chain.  One wouldn't think that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a Power Link from one of my newfound friends, repaired the chain, and set off.  Two pedal strokes later the new Powerlink flies apart.  I'm guessing I didn't pull it tight enough to properly seat the plates.  Only one half of the link is found, the other end probably flew a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; way, propelled by the derailleur spring.  I decline the offer of another power link and decide to just shorten the chain the old fashioned way.  Much greater success this time, and the ride is finished fairly uneventfully--but there was quite a bit of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to ride trails more, it's easy to forget how enjoyable it can be.  I also really like the fact that the local trail here stays fairly busy, so you can actually meet people to ride with sometimes.  I could ride 18 miles at Sal Hollow in Mammoth Cave and not see a single person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-2039906421326459599?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/2039906421326459599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=2039906421326459599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2039906421326459599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2039906421326459599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-to-see-mountains-again-mountains.html' title='I want to see mountains again--Mountains!'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-3641242656140949572</id><published>2008-07-25T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:10:32.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jolly Journey of the Jaunty Giant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mmm, consonance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the Giant back from K &amp;amp; G Bikes yesterday.  Apaprently the only 50t chainring they could get in the right pattern was a Dura Ace.  All that silver looks kinda funny with my black crank, but it should be pretty resistant to tacoing (of course, so should the other)!  Also, in my original post I was mistaken...I said it was an Ultegra chainring, but it was a Truvativ Rolleur.  ..drat, I can't find mycamera to document the new chainring.  It's there, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having an extra-long and enjoyable ride to work today.  I got up this morning, showered, packed some work clothes, got ready to leave, took a quick glance at the time, and rushed out the door without breakfast to get to work on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I'd gone about 4 miles, I glanced down at the time.  8:45.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;, I think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can make it on time if I put the hammer down going up the hill.&lt;/span&gt;  A few seconds later I take another look at the time.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;:45.  I don't have to be at work until 10:00.  I left an hour early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm pretty much locked into the rail trail I'm on, I decide to just keep going straight, toward Xenia.  I figure I'll get to the main rail trail hub and look for the delicious sandwish shop I'd heard about--maybe get a cold sandwich to take to work for lunch, which I also didn't pack when I thought I was out of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite make it though, I decided to explore a spur of the trail that goes over a wooden plank bridge.  It only went a mile and a half or so, but it was a nice little ride through a park and the fairgrounds.  They didn't really look like advanced fairgrounds to me though, I wouldn't have called them that if there wasn't a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected sight of the day:  The Green County Horseshoe Club.  Someone was out practicing.  They even had a storage shed and a fenced off area in the park.  Nice.  Too bad I didn't have my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode through the park until it entered a suburban neighborhood and then turned around to head back to work, as I had used about half my available time.  Rode back to work and arrived just a little bit early.  Great commute overall, and the Giant performed fantastically.  I also added a good 12 miles onto my usual commute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A problem I've been having lately while trying to be as car free as I can is that I just don't have as much time for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recreational&lt;/span&gt; rides as I used to.  I need to buy groceries tomorrow, but I also planned to go mountain biking.  Carrying a full load of groceries might be rough if I have been playing in the dirt all day.  I have been compromising by stopping for groceries on the way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; from the trails, but when I reach my eventual goal of riding to the trail that won't fly quite so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also haven't done a long road ride yet.  Not only do I not know the actual roads arund here that would be good for cycling, but doing a 75 mile ride on Sunday and then commuting the next day might be detrimental to me in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always trying to find balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-3641242656140949572?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/3641242656140949572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=3641242656140949572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3641242656140949572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3641242656140949572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/07/jolly-journey-of-jaunty-giant.html' title='The Jolly Journey of the Jaunty Giant'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1211853898328652604</id><published>2008-07-23T23:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:42:17.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted ina while. Sorry about that.  I keep thinking up topics that I think I can write something about, but then I forget them by the time I leave work.  Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do &lt;a href="http://www.fatcyclist.com/2008/07/22/ive-been-tagged/"&gt;Fatty's thing&lt;/a&gt; (even though he didn't tag me because he hates me), but I can't think of very clever answers.  Especially since the ones I would have come up with were pretty close to what others did.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY employer, Edict Systems, did something pretty awesome today.  The company that stocks our vending machine apparently went out of business--they seem to have been running out of candy for a while, as on Monday we had 5 slots of M&amp;amp;Ms, 3 slots of peanut M&amp;amp;Ms, 3 slots of M&amp;amp;M cookies, one slot of dark chocolat peanut M&amp;amp;Ms, and one slot of Hershey's Kissables (aka funny shaped M&amp;amp;Ms).  Anyway, the CEO decided to order a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giant&lt;/span&gt; refrigerator and stock it with healthy snacks, provided to employees at no charge.  Fruit juice, apples, bananas, Nutri Grain bars, etc.  It's really quite awesome, and meant that I had some grapes and yogurt to go with my lunch instead of the usual Little Debbie snack cake.  I deinitely support this decision, as I have rather poor eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in another long mileage week...28 miles Tuesday, 38 today, somewhere from 26-38 tomorrow depending on whether I have to take care of my brother's pets in the afternoon.  You may notice I didn't ride Monday....first time I've driven to work in several weeks.  I had a good reason though!  I had to go to Cincinnati right after work to see a Weird Al concert.  Because Weird Al rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that though, I have the same tank of gas I had in my car that I bought on July 5th--and right after I filled up I drove close to 300 miles, so I am doing very well on the not-driving front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start writing down my blogging ideas so they don't vanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1211853898328652604?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1211853898328652604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1211853898328652604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1211853898328652604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1211853898328652604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/07/misc.html' title='Misc'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-4314087437757879367</id><published>2008-07-17T18:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:43:53.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour de Whatever</title><content type='html'>OK, most of the blogs making their Tour de France updates.  One of them I read recently had the "Mandatory TdF post".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll do one too, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched the race before.  It's really long and not a lot happens.  I think they just throw in the drug scandals to get more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before someone starts saying I just don't understand the strategy or the beauty of the event or whatever....I get some of it, I just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really watch any other sports either, because watching someone else play a game is not quite so interesting to me as doing something--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;--myself.  Actually I might watch some kind of cargo bike competition, just to get tips on how best to carry large loads on my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's out of the way....I'm not doing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; job at the whole car free thing, but I think I'm doing OK so far.  I had to drive on Saturday to take the Giant to the bike shop ($100, ouch), and my truck was acting very much not good.  Before it warmed up the engine wouldn't idle properly, it just runs slower and slower until it dies.  While it did that, the windshield wipers would also stop in random places.  I think this just might be an electrical issue, but other than that I can't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short term solution:  Ride bike.  Long term solution:  Win lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much else to write in terms of updates...maybe I'll find some group rides to joun soon, though I haven't done any single rides longer than about 18 miles this year so I don't know that I could handle the distance.  Plus I have not been riding for speed, so I'm slow.  The current project is to try to make the round trip to work and back in under an hour...so far my record is 1:00:45, so I'm close.  Tuesday's time was 1:01:03, but most others are 1:03+.  Ah well, after that I'll be trying to make it under 55 minutes I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post is dull, I just wanted to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; out there since I haven't written in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-4314087437757879367?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/4314087437757879367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=4314087437757879367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4314087437757879367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4314087437757879367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/07/tour-de-whatever.html' title='Tour de Whatever'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1528138886233740501</id><published>2008-07-10T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:15:19.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giant clyde'/><title type='text'>Oh Giant, why hast thou forsaken me?</title><content type='html'>OK, seriously.  My Giant TCR1 and I have had our issues in the past, but now I think our relations are straining to the breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's sum up my last two rides before today as kind of an intro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 mile ride in to work, rear tire goes flat after 14.5 miles.  I have no spare, which is my fault, and I end up walking 3.5 miles to work.  This is forgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last ride, 16 miles round trip, front derailleur drops chain at a traffic light, then the rear tire goes flat.  Front tire goes flat after I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I rode home from work and decided to repair the flats on the Giant and ride to the grocery store to pick up some butter and cereal.  I find both flats, replace one tube and patch the other, put on my almost-too-small-to-be-useful Timbuk2 messenger bag, and head for the store.  At first, the ride is rather awkward.  The bike is slightly too small for me, it's a Large compact frame when my Long Haul Trucker is a 60cm.  The not-broken-in Brooks is slippery under my nylon baggy shorts.  Once I get to the rail trail though, it becomes more comfortable.  I remember how this bike can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way to the grocery store with little incident, swooping around the pot holes like an X-Wing in the death star trench run (in my mind only), I reach the driveway and slow waaaaaaay down because there isn't much room to turn in next to a car coming out, and enter the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a very slight uphill and I have forgotten to shift down, so I'm still in my 50x12 gear.  I decide to mash on the pedals and try to build up some speed to downshift, when CRACKLANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;, I think.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've broken a chain.  I thought I was done with that.&lt;/span&gt;  I broke three or four chains no this bike within the first 200 miles.  Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look down and am shocked to see that the chain is not, in fact, broken.  It's a little less routine than that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SHbArfoXEqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/fQKHRz6ZkNQ/DSCF0471.JPG?imgmax=720"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SHbArfoXEqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/fQKHRz6ZkNQ/DSCF0471.JPG?imgmax=720" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SHbAqMyo2hI/AAAAAAAAAts/un4hk62QO80/DSCF0470.JPG?imgmax=720"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SHbAqMyo2hI/AAAAAAAAAts/un4hk62QO80/DSCF0470.JPG?imgmax=720" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking "Hey, that looks like a broken Ultegra chainring!" then congratulations!  You win!  You don't win anything specific though. I have nothing to gove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's off to a shop somewhere this weekend to see how much it costs to have a chainring replaced.  And have the rest of it given a once-over as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe go see a priest about an exorcism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I would just like to say....yes, clydesdale riders create a lot of power.  And people ask me why I like to ride the heavy touring bike so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1528138886233740501?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1528138886233740501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1528138886233740501' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1528138886233740501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1528138886233740501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-giant-why-hast-thou-forsaken-me.html' title='Oh Giant, why hast thou forsaken me?'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SHbArfoXEqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/fQKHRz6ZkNQ/s72-c/DSCF0471.JPG?imgmax=720' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-6281920006342962943</id><published>2008-07-09T00:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:10:30.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>It seems like like is run by emotions and little else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, I lost 50lbs (which was a good thing) in part due to a depression (which was a bad thing).  One year ago I gained 40 pounds due to another depression (which was another bad thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more about that, that's just an example of the power emotion can have over one's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experience many different emotions while traveling.  When I drive, someone driving slowly or having to go through road construction makes me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;.  For a very long time.  Unreasonably so (though not uncontrollably, I'm not going to hurt anyone).  When cycling, a car can come within inches of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killing me&lt;/span&gt; due to negligence, and after a minute or two I've fogotten all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars isolate us from our environment, make us think of everything outside of our own minds as The Enemy.  Bikes allow us to experience the environment face to face, to actually see people as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; and not just obstructions.  It makes us all human again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want another reason I'm trying to go car free?  I am done with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt; of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said "And if your hand or your foot causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should cut off my car and throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuratively speaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-6281920006342962943?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/6281920006342962943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=6281920006342962943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6281920006342962943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6281920006342962943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/07/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-6508665951476421225</id><published>2008-07-07T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:48:01.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks xenia'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Well, vacation was pretty good, though it's possible that driving 600 miles to go home and back&lt;br /&gt; for the holiday may be incompatible with the carfree lifestyle I am trying to achieve.  I think that long trips should be allowed on widely-spaced occasions, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; too much over the weekend.  Not just during the festivities, but pretty much every other meal, too.  I gained back all the weight I had lost and amc now back to 260.  Drat.  I just need to figure out how to control my eating.  And go on longer rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of longer rides, I decided to take somewhat of a detour on my ride home today and ride to Xenia Station, which is the old railway station in Xenia, Ohio that acts as a hub for several very long rail trails in the area.  I hadn't ever been to Xenia, so I wasn't sure exactly how far it would be.  Turns out to be a little over 6 miles out of my way to the east, and therefore 12 miles from home--so I basically added 12 miles miles today.  It's a pretty good ride, though next time I think I'll try to have a goal in mind for something to do when I get there.  I don't know if there's actually anything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; do in Xenia, but I guess I'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm shooting for a solid month of going car free and I drove yesterday to come home from vacation, I am going to try to go without driving for the next 29 days.  It could be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a reward (or punishment) for reading this far, I bring you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and the family next door have always hosted a big 4th of July picnic in our neighborhood.  It has expanded from a neighborhood gathering to a huge and unnameable beast of reveling--if by reveling one means playing horseshoes, throwing washers, and participating in the newly popular game of cornholing.  Anyway, there are a lot of people that show up.  They aren't important right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever in 28 years of having this party, it was a rainy day.  Not constant downpours, but it never went very long without dropping &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; form of rain on our heads.  In many ways we thought this was a favor to us, because wet ground = safer fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Fireworks, you ask?  Why yes, we happened to have a bag of those.  It was kind of interesting getting them lit since it was lightly raining, but the neighbors had a propane torch that did an excellent job of simultaneously drying and igniting the fuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone happened to purchase a Large Thing.  I don't remember exactly what model it might have been, but it was of &lt;a href="http://retail.superiorfireworks.com/retail.asp?id=3"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; variety.  Those are totally the coolest fireworks ever.  It is possible that one should think carefully about placement before setting them off, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box was set on the sawhorse we were using as a bas for firework-lighting.  The blowtorch was ignited.  The fuse was lit.  Got got away.  We aimed it away from our faces.  We cheered as the first shot showed us that it was worth the price of admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the second shot fire at a 45 degree angle.  Some confusion existed, though I just assumed we had ended up buying the one that had a few shots that fired at angles.  It was rather hard to see the box of firework since our eyes were somewhat dazed.  It became clear that somethign was amiss though when we saw that the box was in fact facing downward toward the ground, and fired a shell straight in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh crap, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RUN!&lt;/span&gt;" shouted a nearby person who apparently was not ready to become a corpse.  It was decided that this was good advice, so we followed it as quickly as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events chose this moment to speed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to run, slipping on the wet grass and going to all fours.  The shot that had fired into the ground went off, flipping the box just upright enough to fire the next shell at pretty much the location where I was trying to find my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a "thunk" and look to my left to see a 3"...thing.  It is emitting orange sparks.  It is about three feet from my face.  In other circumstances it might be considered quite pretty, though at this time it rather reminded me of a live grenade.  After a few more (unsuccessful) attempts to regain my feet, I decide that the best bet is probably to duck and cover.  I roll away from it and cover my had with my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BOOOM&lt;/span&gt; is what the firecracker has to say about the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the firework seems to have settled on firing into the empty field adjacent to the house, so we watch the last shot or two explode at ground level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one am laughing madly at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;, I state.  America is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all fun and games, because no one lost an eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-6508665951476421225?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/6508665951476421225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=6508665951476421225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6508665951476421225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6508665951476421225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-7248487703009326915</id><published>2008-07-03T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:15:41.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nighttime adventures</title><content type='html'>Yesterday it was decided that after work I would meet my brother and his wife for food and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time that happened, getting there was rather miserable, as it involves riding up one of the main roads in town--North Fairfield--for a few miles.  At rush hour this is especially not fun.  It involves riding the sidewalk.  I despise riding the sidewalk.  It's jarring, uncomfortable, slow, and unsafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing with Google Maps a bit, I came up with an alternate plan.  I found what seemed to be a mostly-parallel street that would take me to almost exactly where I wanted to go, and it seemed to be the kind of dense residential area where drivers are slow and friendly.  Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned onto the first street, I noticed a green "Bike Route" sign.  Looks like a good choice so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit less than a mile, I see a green sign with an arrow pointing onto a side street.  I decide to follow it, since it will at the very least not be going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt; from my destination.  I keep seeing little green signs and following them, and they seem to keep taking me North and West, toward Fairfield Commons.  All good so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dismayed to see that it dead-ends on North Fairfiel Road about a mile short of where I want to be, and a decent distance from where the rough sidewalk becomes a bike path.  Oh well, it's better than riding the whole thing.  Have I mentioned, though, that I am quite impressed with the way they have bike routes laid out here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive at Fox and Hound (a good little pub and grill type place), and begin looking for something to lock the bike to.  This is somewhat complicated by the fact that my six foot cable has fallen off the bike where it was bungeed to the rear rack.  I have my Kryptonite chain which is always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost &lt;/span&gt;long enough to work, and I have my U-lock which is not quite wide enough to go around a pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up U-locking the front wheel to the main triangle and running the chain around the top tube and a light pole.  It leaves the rear wheel unlocked, but nothing's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just walk from the restaurant to the movie, so the bike remains there until I'm ready to ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding at night is always interesting.  In many ways I feel that on busy streets I am more visible than in the daytime, because I've got a lot of red flashing lights going on.  It does have a bit of a dampening effect on my appreciation of the scenery, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip south on North Fairfield to rejoin the bike path is rather pleasant, since at 11:00 most of the traffic is gone so I just take the right lane.  It's also downhill for most of the way, and we all know that downhill is better than uphill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about three miles of North Fairfield I reach the path.  It's completely separated from the roads and has no streetlights or anything, so I'll be depending entirely on my headlight.  Luckily it is quite bright (not quite HID brightness, but not far from that either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding down a tree-lined path on a dark night with the only light source on your handlebars is something everyone should experience.  Just maybe not too often, since it gets creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually prefer a bar mounted light because it shows the contours of the terrain better and keeps me from shining it into the eyes of all the cars I might look toward.  It also means, however, that I can't see anything next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first big scary moment came when I aimed my bars to the left for a quick second to get a look at that side of the path and saw a big shape.  I turned the bars back that way real quick for a better look and was face-to-face with a large and very angry deer.  ..OK, it likely wasn't angry, but it was probably surprised and annoyed.  Suddenly seeing a deer pop up right in front of you at night is pretty surprising, so I may have jumped a bit and sped off.  Hey, deer are vicious carriers of rabies.  And...anthrax.  And err...botulism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having survived my enounter with the deer, I continued on my ride home, looking over my shounder every now and then to ensure that there wasn't a cloven-hoofed-ticked-off mother of Bambi pursuing me.  Not like I could have seen it anyway, it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half a mile from home, I had another wildlife encounter.  I saw what seemed to be an adorable little kitten on the side of the path, ready to dart out in front of my wheels, which it of course did soon after.  Animals all like to play chicken.  I slowed down to avoid hitting it, and it scampered across the path in front of me.  I said "Hi kitty!" as it went, because cats are fun sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a kitty.  It was in fact an angry raccoon.  I know that it was angry because it looked at me and made a pretty disturbing growling/snarling sound as I rode past.  I'm pretty sure its eyes also glowed red and then shot fire at me, but Wikipedia doesn't mention this as being something that raccoons have evolved to do.  Maybe I should make an edit.  People need to know these things.  It could save someone's life one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I arrived home without being mauled by any cute woodland creatures, so I guess yesterday's ride counts as a victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back home to Kentucky for the weekend, so no more rides until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe holiday, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-7248487703009326915?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/7248487703009326915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=7248487703009326915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/7248487703009326915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/7248487703009326915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/07/nighttime-adventures.html' title='Nighttime adventures'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-2169772512416140636</id><published>2008-07-01T18:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:49:45.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphing</title><content type='html'>So I mentioned that I was working toward being carfree.  I have definitely been taking steps in that direction, as can be seen by the graphs of my monthly mileage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mycyclinglog.com/charts/monthly_chart.php?attr=distance&amp;amp;uid=3882"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 527px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.mycyclinglog.com/charts/monthly_chart.php?attr=distance&amp;amp;uid=3882" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect it to get a whole lot bigger than that from sheer commuting...maybe 70 miles or so, but when I actually start taking time for long weekend rides it might balloon.  I don't count non-commuting or shopping rides as gas savings though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I don't get off work until 7:00, so I don't have as much time for after-work rides as I would like, and whatever club is here probably has their rides start much earlier as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-2169772512416140636?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/2169772512416140636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=2169772512416140636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2169772512416140636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2169772512416140636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/07/graphing.html' title='Graphing'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-3607180784991257382</id><published>2008-07-01T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:49:26.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mileage Update</title><content type='html'>Looks like I logged          437.53 miles for June.  Not too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 100% utility cycling, too.  Hopefully this month I'll get a chance to go on some longer rides on weekends.  I also need to start taking some detours on the way home, but it's just so convenient to follow the rail trail right back to my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today I'll ride over to Xenia, a few miles east of where I get on the trail to go home.  Might as well check out their big rail trail hub, plus I've heard that they have a really excellent sandwich shop where I could snag some dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current weight:  Around 258 still.  This is disheartening.  Eating less is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-3607180784991257382?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/3607180784991257382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=3607180784991257382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3607180784991257382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/3607180784991257382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/07/mileage-update.html' title='Mileage Update'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-5717252596737055710</id><published>2008-06-28T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:26:36.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><title type='text'>The end of me</title><content type='html'>OK, today was trying to end me, bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to embrace the "car free" mantality as well as I can, but today was definitely testing my resolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed change for the washing machines here, so I decided to bike over to the bank and get a few rolls of quarters.  In the same shopping center as the bank is an Aldi, so I figured I could pick up some cheap stuff and make the taco soup recipe I saw on &lt;a href="http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/01/11/in-praise-of-the-crockpot/"&gt;Fatty's&lt;/a&gt; b&lt;a href="http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/01/11/in-praise-of-the-crockpot/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;log.  (the recipe is in the comment by James--I make it without the corn and it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.  I would call it tortilla soup, but that's just me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bike out there (about 2 miles) pulling my trusty Burley trailer, but the traffic light for that intersection is not working.  Great, thinks I, this is crossing a 5 lane road and the cross traffic is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; stopping.  So I decided to make a quick right, make a u-turn, and slip into the lot.  I'm a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having successfully gained entrance to the lot, I proceed to ride to my bank.  It's located across a lovely expanse of concrete with "No biking!" signs everywhere, so I push my bike for a while.  It didn't occur to me to notice that none of the surrounding businesses had lights on inside...when I reached the door to my bank, I first notice how dark it seems, and next notice the hand-written sign that says "We are closed due to no power".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ride past Aldi on the way back, but they are dark inside as well, so I figure out how to cross the road again--not as easy as one would initially think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go ahead and ride out to my brother's house to pick up a package he has for me.  I decided to have all my packages shipped to his house in an upscale suburban neighborhood because the only two packages I had delivered here were stolen--and one had about $110 worth of this year's Fat Cyclist stuff, GRRRRR.  It's a good 10 miles from my apartment to his house, so I decide to make the most of the trip.  I grab two books I had borrowed from him (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wizard and Glass&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wolves of the Calla&lt;/span&gt; by Steven King, books 4 and 5 of the Dark Tower series), and throw them in the trailer.  Since I'd heard there was a chance of rain, I safely stow them in a dry bag first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out for his house already feeling tired, but I'm not gonna let a little tiredness ruin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; carfree ambitions!  The trip over there is slow, but uneventful.  I'm getting pretty hot and notice that I feel no wind for most of the trip--uh oh, that means a decently strong headwind for the return trip.I get to his house and throw my box in the trailer, then we grab some lunch at &lt;a href="http://cityqbbq.com/"&gt;City Barbecue&lt;/a&gt;.  I recommend the mustard BBQ sauce, it's amazingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decide to head back home because it looks like the incoming storm could miss us to the north and the brother had some yard work he wanted to do.  Before I go, I check the weather and notice that there's a WSW wind at 23mph.  Great, I'm heading mostly W, but a little bit S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to make it a very leisurely ride.  I'm not trying to win a race, I'm trying to run errands.  I spin slowly up the big hill in my path as I head back toward the apartment, but then I decide to take a little side trip to Petsmart to pick up some cat litter on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to the top of the big hill, it starts to rain just a little.  The wind picks up.  I notice darkness in front of me and to both sides.  "This could be fun", I think to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another mile, the rain picks up.  The wind begins to whip me mercilessly...I would estimate the gusts at 40+mph, I am cranking the pedals pretty hard and running about 8mph into the wind.  The sky opens up.  Lightning flashes and thunder booms around me.  Finally, an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I force my way through the storm, sometimes barely seeming to move.  I flip on my blinky and my headlight s othat people know I'm out there.  I finally take the access road to Petsmart, and roll slowly down it, feeling the left side of my shift instantly soak through with rain.  This is a low traffic road and I am still not in much of a rush, so I just roll slowly down the right side.  I get to a part that has a couple inches of standing water, but I just roll through it because I can tell there's someone wanting to pass.  I don't mind riding through a little water.  Unless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the bike seems to drop out from under me.  I feel a sharp impact through the bars, pedals, and seat.  My left pedal is scraping along the pavement that my bike just left.  Rain hides big holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coasted along, looking for somewhere to  get my bike on the road, slowing quickly.  I put my right foot down, luckily it's a gravel surface and it's gotten shallower here.  I take a quick breath and pedal back onto the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how deep the hole was that I entered.  Enough for my pedal to scrape the pavement when it was not quite vertical, and apparently enough to flood the front of my trailer (since it's just a cloth flap on the front, that only means "higher than the bottom of the trailer").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst was over now though, and after I looked in vain for something appropriate to lock my bike to (I settled on a big metal thing that dispenses trash bags for cleaning up after pets), I bought a 50lb bag of litter and a 5lb bag of cat food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...compared to the beginning of the trip, the ride home with 80lbs of cargo seems pretty uneventful, so I won't summarize it here since I think I've used up enough space already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I get to classify this shopping trip as "epic"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-5717252596737055710?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/5717252596737055710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=5717252596737055710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/5717252596737055710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/5717252596737055710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-me.html' title='The end of me'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-7776332730225753091</id><published>2008-06-24T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:16:37.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant hates me</title><content type='html'>OK, so today I took out the Giant again for the first time since the wonderful walk caused by the flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made good time this morning, but then on the way home it started to express its apparent disgust with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the bottom of the first hill, sprinting for the light in top gear, but didn't quite make it, so I got to make a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; fast stop.  Of course, it's pretty hard to downshift while doing that, so I was in top gear sitting at a red light.  I didn't relish the idea of taking off in that gear, so I decided to downshift.  I'm sure we've all done it, pick up the rear wheel, spin the cranks, work the shifters.  I dropped the front into the small ring (it's a double) and started working the rear shifter....only the cranks seem to be spinning excessively.  I look down to discover that the bike decided to drop the chain.  Joy of joys, I'm in the middle lane with a light about to turn green with a bike that won't pedal.  I retreat to the side of the road and try the old trick of pedaling forward while&lt;br /&gt;working the front shifter....nope, it's binding on the rear.  Apparently the chain dropped before the rear had shifter much, so the rear der was trying to be in the smallest gear while the chain was sitting on the second biggest, essentially freezing the rear drivetrain due to the sideways strain on the chain.  5 or 6 clicks of the right shifter and I actually get the chain moving on the cassette, so  Ican begin messing with the front again.  I decide to go the reliable way and just backpedal with my hands while putting the chain on the middle cog with my free hand.  This is actually successful, so after THIS red light finishes, I can catchh the next green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to be going well, at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My speed was getting progressively lower as time went on, I chalked it up to overstressed legs and the headwind we've been having all week.  My plans to turn in a sub 1 hour roud trip seemed unlikely to come to fruition.  The high speed sprint at the end of the bike path saw me only going about 15mph, I couldn't figure out the problem.  I continued riding at a crappy pace until I got to the turnoff at my apartment, and felt the rear end try to jump out from under me.  Oh, I suddenly got a theory as to where my speed had gone....yep, the tire felt like it had maybe 40psi.  I had pumped it up in the morning, so I knew it had managed to get another leak.  By the time I walked to my apartment proper (very short walk) it was at more like 20 pounds, and as of a few minutes ago it was completely flat (on the bottom, at least).  So my project for..whenever I feel like it is to find where the hole is and see what might have caused it.  I have a feeling  I need to replace the rim tape or something, not too long ago it had a small puncture on the rim side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the Long Haul Trucker has never failed me yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-7776332730225753091?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/7776332730225753091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=7776332730225753091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/7776332730225753091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/7776332730225753091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/giant-hates-me.html' title='Giant hates me'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-8010239136382494329</id><published>2008-06-24T07:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:01:35.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops....too long</title><content type='html'>It looks like I went a little longer than I had intended without updating.  I apologize to my legions of adoring fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made another bike trip to the grocery store pulling the Burley on Sunday.  It is actually possible to stuff as much in that trailer as you can fit in a shopping cart....I had to hang a couple bags of chips from my handlebars, but I also had the 3 12 packs of Cherry Coke Zero in the rack under the cart, so I think by volume it balances out.  I had posted about the tongue of the trailer seeming to flex before, but I'm no longer sure that's accurate.  It might just be super emphasizing my regular acceleration/deceleration as I go over bumps in the road--which we have no shortage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work schedule has changed from 9-6 to 10-7...that could be annoying in the winter when my ride home will be entirely in the dark, but I built a pretty sweet light (http://www.bikeled.org/), so seeing is not a problem.  Speaking of seeing, I almost hit another cyclist on the bike path the other night.  I was coming home from watching "The Incredible Hulk" at about 12:30 in the morning, and I didn't see this guy until I was about 30 feet away, and even then I only saw the lighter-colored part of his shoes moving.  Probably blinded him pretty well too, as I had my light on bright (as soon as I saw him, I dimmed it and aimed it at the ground....if he had been smart enough to actually have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any kind of light &lt;/span&gt;I could have done this from much, much further away and spared his vision).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to be almost 100% car-free for the month of July.  There will be a couple of exceptions though.  I think I found a doable bike route to church (18 miles), but I will have to give it a test run before I ride it.  And I won't be able to ride there when I'm on call, because it would take too long to get back home to my computer in a work emergency if I biked (have to get any problem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resolved &lt;/span&gt;within an hour or it alerts my boss's boss).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the car-free thing will also be hurt a little bit by the fact that I intend to drive back to my hometown for 4th of July weekend.  I think a 400 mile trip for a weekend is allowed when one is flirting with the car-free lifestyle though.  I think I would, even if successful, be classified as "car-lite" though, because I still plan to keep the truck around for mountain biking trips.  There may be irony hiding in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see gas prices go up, a little part of me is happy--it means I can raise my estimate of gas saved for the year.  There's something wrong with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-8010239136382494329?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/8010239136382494329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=8010239136382494329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8010239136382494329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8010239136382494329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/oopstoo-long.html' title='Oops....too long'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-345043003768297483</id><published>2008-06-19T21:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:14:22.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason to bike</title><content type='html'>Well, during my drive yesterday, I remembered the reason I tell people I bike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/BloggerPictures/photo?authkey=dEOWWESenu4#5213712491264924530"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFrT4yrc23I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/l0SNtDdJbQM/s400/IMAGE_007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's up 30 cents a gallon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that's not the real reason we ride, though.  If they gave out gas for free, we would still ride.  We ride because we like it.  We ride because it's fun.  We ride because it's nice to know we won't have heart attacks when we're 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this might just be me, I like to ride so that people will pass me in their warm dry car and say "That guy is insane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of insane, we have had some hellacious headwinds this week.  Monday and Tuesday I had a nice 5mph tailwind going in to work, but a 15-20mph headwind for the trip home.  I've always found it interesting that speed seems to have more to do with exhaustion level than the actual work you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12mph into a huge headwind spinning 85rpm in a small gear makes me wish I had a car.&lt;br /&gt;8mph up a steep grade spinning 85rpm is the same.&lt;br /&gt;29mph on a slight decline spinning 85rpm?  Utter bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to gearing, we can expend the same effort in all situations, spinning the same speed with our legs, but the ones where we go slowly just make us feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;.  I say us, maybe it's just me.  Either way, I am in favor of travelling faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-345043003768297483?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/345043003768297483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=345043003768297483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/345043003768297483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/345043003768297483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-during-my-drive-yesterday-i.html' title='A reason to bike'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFrT4yrc23I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/l0SNtDdJbQM/s72-c/IMAGE_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-4198588839906333189</id><published>2008-06-18T10:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:32:07.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving day</title><content type='html'>Well, after 6 consecutive days of bike commuting, today I drove to work. I was ready to ride, but started to come down with a migraine, and I dread the ride up the hill with a splitting headache.  Mine seem to be the lowest class of migraines, whereI am still functional but very, very miserable.  I don't like missing work when I can possibly avoid it though (I have missed one day due to stomach flu and one and a half days due to appendicitis so far this year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in, I noticed that I am down to about 1/8 tank of gas. Oh goody, that's close to $70 in gas to top the truck off after work.  On the bright side, I plan to use it very little except for going to church on Sundays (25 miles one way, don't know a good bike route to that area yet, and I'm not sure anyone wants to sit next to me after that long of a ride....we'll see, though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose while I have the truck handy I'll pick up some things from various places...like a new copy of my registration, which I seem to have lost.  That might need to be near the top of my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I plan to ride out to &lt;a href="http://www.dnr.state.oh.us/tabid/750/Default.aspx"&gt;John Bryan State Park&lt;/a&gt; and camp for a day or two.  It's not a far ride, and there's very little actual road on the way, so it should be pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can find someone else who wants to go along.  Solo camping isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight update:  255. It's going down, though slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: none; position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px;" id="nomouse_container"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="display: none; position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px;" id="nomouse_container"&gt;&lt;div class="nomouse" style="position: absolute; top: 255px; left: 245px; z-index: 101;"&gt;j&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-4198588839906333189?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/4198588839906333189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=4198588839906333189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4198588839906333189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4198588839906333189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/driving-day.html' title='Driving day'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-4588879914057461930</id><published>2008-06-13T21:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:26:03.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired now</title><content type='html'>Whew, long mileage week is over!  Every day my average speed has been dropping, and my legs haven't stopped hurting since Sunday night.  If I were in better shape this would be no big deal, but I think I definitely need to take the weekend off the bike so the legs can rebuild the muscle.  Too bad, as that means I have to put a few miles on the truck--need to return a pump to Performance and buy some cat litter.  The litter would have gone in the Burley trailer, but it's a 10 mile round trip to the pet store, and I really do need to rest the legs.  ...of course, there aren't many climbs on the way there.....hmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, one of our programmers walked into the break room at work, looked at me, and proclaimed "I knew you would ride today."  He concluded this when he saw that it was supposed to storm.  Apparently according to his observations, I am more likely to ride when it rains than during fiar weather.  Make of that what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more item--looks like I crossed the $100 mark for gas savings this year.  Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-4588879914057461930?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/4588879914057461930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=4588879914057461930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4588879914057461930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4588879914057461930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/whew-long-mileage-week-is-over-every.html' title='Tired now'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1542606282095236724</id><published>2008-06-12T17:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:49:08.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough day--half over!</title><content type='html'>Well, this morning's commute was on the rough side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my TCR for a faster ride since I'm being slowly beaten down by the increased distance this week.  Of course, the rear tire went flat at mile 14.  I was already using the spare tube and had no patch kit with me.  Normally I carry a patch kit and a spare tube, but alas....  I got to walk the three and a half remaining miles to work, though I did ride a bit on the flat tire because I really didn't want to be that late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily once I got to work I found someone to drive me to Performance over lunch to get a new tube--I bought four, one of which is now keeping air in the tire. I also bought aTopeak Road Morph pump in case I have problems on the way home, due to using both of my CO2 cartridges in an attempt to make it a short distance on my punctured tire.  If I don't need to use it today, I will return it this weekend, since I can just start carrying CO2 again if I need to inflate something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the ride home was killer, pulling the laundry-filled trailer home.  I put it on the bathroom scale upon arrival, and it was just over 40lbs, so that gives a workout on the 9% grade on Kemp road.  I used my lowest granny gear for the first time yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a few pictures, a couple of them came out OK, so here's where I rode yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/Commute20080612/photo#5210948755475648098"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFECSMjjzmI/AAAAAAAAAlU/TXvmSuPTXWk/s400/DSCF0431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view out my front door.  Yay, pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/Commute20080612/photo#5210948792854242834"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFECUXzT5hI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Y8KZXP4OdSY/s400/DSCF0432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that there's a 10 ton limit on the bridge on the bike path.  Are they hinting that I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; need to lose weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/Commute20080612/photo#5210949084137749986"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFEClU6tfeI/AAAAAAAAAmY/s0xK0qFQD6o/s400/DSCF0439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bike in its customary parking spot.  Not super secure I admit, but this area has a very low probability of theft. That's also where everyone goes to smoke.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/Commute20080612/photo#5210949110953185282"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFECm40AkAI/AAAAAAAAAmg/RnyTw_6zCH8/s400/DSCF0440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this view.  It might be better if there were no houses, true, but it's a nice little slice of seemingly happy suburbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/Commute20080612/photo#5210949164852869154"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFECqBmseCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/xRwSxyCsDGE/s400/DSCF0442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same spot, but looking ahead. I have a crappy bike path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/Commute20080612/photo#5210949196506452082"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFECr3hf0HI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DGh50h3i1DE/s400/DSCF0443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I don't have a crappy bike path any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/Commute20080612/photo#5210949491668786386"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFEC9DFrnNI/AAAAAAAAAn0/G1RT2pXj5ZQ/s400/DSCF0450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't shake this guy until nightfall.  He was &lt;i&gt;tenacious&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/Commute20080612/photo#5210949787011272754"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFEDOPU0UDI/AAAAAAAAAok/XwWiUkdYJJk/s400/DSCF0456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love going up this hill pulling a 40 pound trailer on a 30 pound bike with a 6 pound pannier. Really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/Commute20080612/photo#5210949918837039890"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFEDV6ah4xI/AAAAAAAAApM/Y_YF3ASUx4M/s400/DSCF0461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many miles later, a father and son on the bike path.  Sun soon to set.  Legs tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping to make it home today without any mechanical issues.  That would make me very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1542606282095236724?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1542606282095236724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1542606282095236724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1542606282095236724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1542606282095236724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/rough-day-half-over.html' title='Rough day--half over!'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SFECSMjjzmI/AAAAAAAAAlU/TXvmSuPTXWk/s72-c/DSCF0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-5170520386077944243</id><published>2008-06-11T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:24:15.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles and savings adding up</title><content type='html'>Well, the first full day of extra long commutes was a success.  I was pretty worn out by the end of the day though....but I was carrying a lot of extra stuff with me.  I had my Burley trailer pretty much completely filled with laundry (and basket).  Figured I'd take advantage of my brother's absence by using his free washer and dryer.  That was surprisingly heavy--I'd guess at least 40lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a my single pannier stuffed almost to overflowing....I had three days of lunch, a change of clothes, a pair of shoes, and a large hardback novel.  Also a can of Cherry Coke Zero in my middle jersey pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very slow going when carrying a load like this over long distance, but I always find it helps to keep the name of the bike in mind--"Long Haul Trucker".  A cement truck might climb a hill slowly, but it gets to the top.  With the gearing on my bike, I can carry over a hundred pounds in addition to myself and just spin at a relaxed pace up a hill--as long as I remember not to hurry.  Sprints are inviting, but very much the natural enemy of the loaded bicycle rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miscalculated on my savings, though--I actually saved $7 yesterday instead of $6.  I can go with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from today's commute coming tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: none; position: absolute; top: 0px; left: 0px;" id="nomouse_container"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-5170520386077944243?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/5170520386077944243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=5170520386077944243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/5170520386077944243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/5170520386077944243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/miles-and-savings-adding-up.html' title='Miles and savings adding up'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-2114567245827001435</id><published>2008-06-10T15:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:23:00.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>Well, I made this a little bit less glaringly orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, does anyone know why my blog shows up in GoogleReader as "(title unknown)" instead of "The Lazy Bike Commuter"?  I can't seem to find anywhere to set the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone's out there, there are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; two &lt;/span&gt;people who read this thing.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Or at least me and one person who accidentally added this to his feeds&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-2114567245827001435?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/2114567245827001435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=2114567245827001435' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2114567245827001435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2114567245827001435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-8329284367260457238</id><published>2008-06-09T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:23:16.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Longer rides coming</title><content type='html'>This week my brother and his wife are out of town, so I am taking care of their zoo.  They are about a 10 mile ride from my apartment and an 8 mile ride from work, so my 16 mile commute has turned to 36 (their dog needs to be fed twice a day.  Spoiled little mutt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only went there this afternoon since they left this morning, but it's a nice change.  I don't know if I can keep up the high mileage every day though.  My legs are staying sore, and I never learned enough abotu training to know if it is the kind of soreness that is good to ride with or the kid of soreness that is muscles breaking.  Probably the former, but I like to whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see from my sidebar that fuel savings have hit  $76 today...another good reason to ride to their house:  My truck is almost out of gas and I just spent enough having work done on it that I can't afford to fill the tank up until I get paid again.  There's an irony hiding somewhere in there, I'm sure.  Ah well, if I can concvince myself that I have no choice I'm much more likely to follow through.  Snapped a couple pictures of my commute home the other day, so I will post those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I'll try to get some of this long ride, there's some very nice scenery along the way, but tomorrow is supposed to be constant rain, so I won't risk the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a view from the parking lot at work as I'm about to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/BloggerPictures/photo?authkey=dEOWWESenu4#5209319381137742898"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SEs4YIJF3DI/AAAAAAAAAh4/KTFQjc3JbVQ/s800/DSCF0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a view of the only traffic light on my ride.  Nothing of the ride in between because I'm not about to snap pictures while going 36mph down a twisty road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/BloggerPictures/photo?authkey=dEOWWESenu4#5209319425643704114"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SEs4at8I7zI/AAAAAAAAAiA/2CciDvhQVsM/s800/DSCF0418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is one of the handlebar POV shots that other people are so much better at than me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/BloggerPictures/photo?authkey=dEOWWESenu4#5209319625869399922"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SEs4mX1ql3I/AAAAAAAAAi0/4Mo54EjfFXU/s800/DSCF0424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rail trail is super awesome, because I ride it for 6 miles.  Only two traffic crossings, and it connects to my apartment complex.  It's like a little slice of heaven for the trip to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-8329284367260457238?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/8329284367260457238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=8329284367260457238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8329284367260457238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8329284367260457238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/longer-rides-coming.html' title='Longer rides coming'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SEs4YIJF3DI/AAAAAAAAAh4/KTFQjc3JbVQ/s72-c/DSCF0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-7004629345919745185</id><published>2008-06-05T20:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:56:50.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running out of steam?</title><content type='html'>So far this week I have biked to work on Monday, Tuesday , and today (Thursday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was probably my fastest overall commute and I felt great the whole time.  It probably didn't hurt that I was listening to a Nightwish album I just got, "Dark Passion Play".  Seems like every time I needed to up my speed, the tempo would pick up and I would be flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's ride was a lower average speed, but there was some pretty hard rain in the morning, and in the afternoon it was very nice out so I just felt like cruising slowly.  It was a good ride, didn't strain or stress, had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I awoke to near-constant barrages of lightning in addition to the wind and rain.  I decided to drive that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work on Wednesday, my office bought us lunch at a pretty nice Italian restaurant.  I had a big plate of pasta that still had me full when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made good time going in in the morning, though I was still a bit late because after a little under a mile I realized that I hadn't locked my front door--oops!  Time to go back and fix that.  Anyway, the rest of the ride in was pretty nice, and I saw way more cyclists than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home is where the tragedy was, though.  I started off feeling a bit weak going up the hill leaving work, but on the downhill that followed I hit a new top speed for the route--35.9.  Not my best ever, but I think I could hit 40 on my road bike if I were pushing a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the traffic light soon after, I ended up jumping in front of all the cars and having to take the lane to get where I needed to be.  I don't usually get in front of a line of cars just to slow them down, but they were going entirely too slowly through the light for my tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got on the very slight uphill that makes up most of my commute, I started feeling...run down, though.  Like I was on the final stretch of a century.  My legs felt like lead weights, and it was hard to push at anything above 12-13mph.  There was a pretty decent headwind, but even spinning easily my legs didn't feel great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely I am not overtraining, I'm only riding about 3 times a week.  I wonder if the huge pasta lunch yesterday was to blame.  I know I feel like complete and utter crap if I eat too much right before a ride, and I imagine it's entirely possible that the load of pasta wasn't quite done digesting yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I plan to take my TCR out for the commute.  Only a 10% chance of rain so the lack of fenders shouldn't hurt, and maybe a quicker, livelier, faster ride will get me back in the groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the number of cyclists was about 6-7x higher than what I usually see.  Most of them were of the "spandex-clad roadie" variety, but aa couple were commuters.  It seems odd to me that they stayed indoors on all the wonderful 70 degree days, but they decide that 90 degrees is more pleasant riding weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight update:  It's been kinda varying between 258 and 260.  I know that if I learned to control my diet I would do much better, but I am weak willed.  Plus I'm just bored all the time and there's nothing to do if I'm not riding or working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder to self:  Buy a tube tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-7004629345919745185?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/7004629345919745185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=7004629345919745185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/7004629345919745185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/7004629345919745185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/running-out-of-steam.html' title='Running out of steam?'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-8138794313340028659</id><published>2008-06-01T00:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T07:51:25.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird attitudes</title><content type='html'>Some of the attitudes I get from fellow cyclists are weirder than the ones I get from people who don't own bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman at work who is a triathlete (which I guess is almost like a cyclist) generally drives to work.  I asked her last week where her bike was, as a way of saying she should ride to work, and the response was "In my garage, where it belongs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't think it made sense when I told her the bike should be inside the air-conditioned portion of her house at the very least...though mine was locked up out front at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday she rode to work (I did not, as I had a mountain bike group ride half an hour after work), and some bike stuff was discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my &lt;a href="http://www.chromebags.com/products/bags/show/25/"&gt;Chrome Ranchero&lt;/a&gt; on the floor next to my desk, and she commented that that was more than she could ever conceive of wanting to carry on a bike.  I had it with me so I could change into my biking clothes after work.  I don't think it represents an unreasonable amount of stuff, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned biking to the grocery store with the Burley trailer...and her comments led one to believe that people who would own a bike trailer are mentally defective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that the fenders on my touring bike are nice when it rains, and she rolled her eyes and made a similar comment regarding fenders...  Maybe I should have brought up my barend shifters next, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the desire to want to go fast and use bikes as a fitness tool, but they are so much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; than that.  Having the lightest parts or the newest tech doesn't do you a bit of good if it breaks while you're on the way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm a huge nerd...I love the idea of new and better stuff.  I just don't like the idea of new and flimsier stuff.  I have a Garmin GPS on my handlebars.  I ride clipless pedals instead of toe straps.  But I ride a leather Brooks saddle.  I have a rear rack.  I have lights all over the bike, including one with a 3 pound battery.  I wear baggy shorts.  I prefer wool.  Oh yes, the bike is steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just think it's weird that "real" cyclists seem to frown on utility cycling, as if it's somehow below them.  To me, that would really be the ultimate goal of cycling...screw racing, bikes should be about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usefulness&lt;/span&gt;.  It seems like the industry finally stopped being dominated entirely by racing in the past couple years.  Now we have cargo bikes, commuting bikes are making an appearance...these are all good things.  One can even spot the change in mountain bikes...long travel "all mountain" rigs are the biggest sellers, but those aren't generally used in racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I won't be surprised if in a very few years I am spotted riding a recumbent trike around town while wearing a big bushy beard (those are required for proper recumbent riding, I believe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my two on-road bikes, guess which one gets the most mileage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/axessdenyd/BloggerPictures/photo?authkey=dEOWWESenu4#5206878249710494562"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SEKMLk6zo2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/-NSDS1W_Kvc/s400/DSCF0404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-8138794313340028659?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/8138794313340028659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=8138794313340028659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8138794313340028659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8138794313340028659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/06/weird-attitudes.html' title='Weird attitudes'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/axessdenyd/SEKMLk6zo2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/-NSDS1W_Kvc/s72-c/DSCF0404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-813878794185398544</id><published>2008-05-28T20:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:55:13.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span idspanfor="frame" mlb_idspanflag="true" style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 0px 3px; z-index: 500; font-size: xx-small; font-family: sans-serif; position: absolute; top: 0pt; left: 0pt; display: none;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;OK, it's time to start telling the world what good shape I'm in, so I can track it and hopefully shame myself into improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height:  6'2"&lt;br /&gt;Today's weight:  262&lt;br /&gt;Body fat:  31.4%&lt;br /&gt;Skeletal muscle:  32.5%&lt;br /&gt;Metabolic:  2278&lt;br /&gt;BMI:  34%&lt;br /&gt;Visceral fat:  14 (is this lbs?  That sounds like a lot.  I have to look at the manual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I'm definitely overweight.  I thought I had dropped a few pounds since I started biking since my pants fit a bit more loosely.  I suppose not, though.  On the bright side, my skeletal muscle is a bit over the average they give...which makes sense, because I have never really stopped biking over the past few years, so I think I just need to control my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think I'm obese, though.   I think BMI loses a bit of accuracy depending on the body type.  I could definitely stand to lose a few pounds, though.  The pic on the right sidebar was me at about 225 or so, which isn't too far from my target weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet my numbers will look better when I post tomorrow because I will be using my new magic scale first thing in the morning instead of an hour after dinner.  So if nothing else, I shall endeavor to post a couple times a week to get my weight recorded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-813878794185398544?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/813878794185398544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=813878794185398544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/813878794185398544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/813878794185398544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-ok-its-time-to-start-telling-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-2029079999907574144</id><published>2008-05-27T23:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:04:51.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is sad that life sometimes conspires against biking.  Tomorrow I shall have to drive to work because I have to go by the hospital in the morning to try to figure out how to convince them that yes, I really DID live here at the time of my surgery.  That will help me get some financial assistance, because the $42,000 total for someone between insurances is a bit hard for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be possible to bike down there, but I think I would have to leave entirely too early for it to be practical.  Plus I have an annoying tendency to get lost every time I go there (the first time I was navigating while my brother drove me to the ER, the second time my GPS gave confusing directions went I went to my followup).  This weekend I might try riding down to the hospital, it looks doable on Google Maps, but the 4-5 lane roads downtown might be kind of terrible to bike, and I would hate to find out during rush hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, kids:  If you're without insurance for a month, tell you appendix to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait a while &lt;/span&gt;before it becomes inflamed.  It will save you money in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-2029079999907574144?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/2029079999907574144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=2029079999907574144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2029079999907574144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2029079999907574144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-sad-that-life-sometimes-conspires.html' title=''/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-6388690599828324274</id><published>2008-05-26T19:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:41:27.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, so I slacked again.  Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have still just been averaging 3 days a week biking to work....the My Cycling Log sidebar tells me that that's been enough to save close to $50 in gas costs, though.  So I guess that's still pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have biked to the grocery store a couple times as well.  The first trip I carried 4 bags of groceries plus a 24 pack of Coke Zero in my rear panniers--and two bags that had to hang from my handlebars.  Ortlieb Back Rollers are surprisingly roomy, but two panniers aren't enough for serious grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping this in mind, I set off for the grocery store again today.  I had my Burley Nomad attached, so capacity would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be my problem today.  I loaded it down with quite a bit of stuff...4 12 packs of Coke, one 2 liter (they only had Cherry Coke Zero in 2 liter form), a couple quarts of ice cream, a bunch of Crystal Light, and some other small things.  Pulling the trailer wasn't as bad as expected....the Long Haul Trucker has super low gearing, so my acceleration was crappy and speed up hills was not great, but I ran into zero problems actually getting back to my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story, though...It was hard to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; my apartment.  I elected for a unit on the ground floor because I didn't want to carry my bikes up stairs all the time, but I still have a small staircase to climb to get to my door.  I tried to push the bike and trailer up the stairs.....wasn't gonna happen.  When the trailer wheels hit the bottom step, it was made clear to me that they would NOT go any further willingly.  "OK," I thought, "I'll just push it up the steep grass &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt; the steps!"  I made it a couple steps before my shoes informed methat they were not going to grip the grass.    Down I went, bringing the bike with me.  I ended up having to brace myself, push the bike forward, grab the brakes, re-brace myself, and repeat.  Not an ideal situation, I need to find a better way to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer itself hauled a big load for the first time....it handled kinda funny.  It never felt like I was going to lose the load, but going over cracks in the asphalt was odd.  I think the boom has some flex to it, because every bump caused a "push/pull" sensation, like the trailer was attached with an elastic band.  Tolerable and probably not dangerous, but weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have deicded that I am going to use the trailer for now, but when I get a bit more money, I will sell it and get an Xtracycle.  I am not sure if I want to put the Xtracycle on the Long Haul Trucker, or build a up a hardtail MTB to use it on.  Maybe I can do the LHT first and then move it to the MTB when I get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of MTB, I discovered a mountain bike trail only about 7 miles from my apartment.  Considering I had to drive at least an hour north or south to find anything when I lived in KY, I would have been happy if it had just been a crappy oval in the dirt.  Luckily though, it is no such thing.  The trail is called MoMBA (I believe it stands for Metroparks outdoor Mountain Bike Area).  It is an 8 mile system of beginner to advanced trails, built on land the city provided just for that purpose.  It is all built to IMBA standards, and it one of the sweetest trail systems I've ever ridden.  If you live in the Dayton area and like your trails tight and twisty, come ride it, you will have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get some batteries in my camera, this thing looks kinda dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  Looks like I caused some confusion.  I do have a mountain bike already, a Santa Cruz Heckler, but I was thinking of purchasing a hardtail mountain bike and then putting an Xtracycle on that.  Full suspension is the enemy of the Xtracycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-6388690599828324274?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/6388690599828324274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=6388690599828324274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6388690599828324274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/6388690599828324274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-so-i-slacked-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-8632961428200498023</id><published>2008-05-02T10:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:18:46.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, so true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/418/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/stove_ownership.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fully convinced that XKCD knows secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-8632961428200498023?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/8632961428200498023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=8632961428200498023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8632961428200498023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/8632961428200498023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-so-true.html' title='So, so true'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1071271238995259153</id><published>2008-05-01T23:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:32:30.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am doing rather a bad job with regular updates, for that I apologize.  I figure that either I will get the hang of this blogging thing and start writing good entries with more regularity, or I will run out of ideas and fade back into the void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way seems fun, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped to bike to work every day after I moved to the new apartment, but that hasn't really been as much of a success as I had originally hoped.  I have had to run around to&lt;br /&gt;various licensing bureaus and BMVs (Ohio oddly has the BMV instead of the DMV) to get my truck's title transferred and get new license plates.  Sadly, they did not have the "Share the Road" plate locally--it has to be ordered beforehand, and my KY plate expired 2 days after I discovered this.  Next time I need a new plate, perhaps I can have my truck proclaim my love of biking.  Or maybe I can just get a bumper sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've managed to bike to work 60% of the time since I have been in the new place.  That's not too bad, since everyone else where I work is sitting at 0%.  I need to figure out how to really spread the word and get people riding--this is such a great city for biking, if only people would give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of people at work, can someone explain to mye why it is that it seems so amusing to others when you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; bike on a given day?  I'm sure they all think it's very clever to look out the window at the light rain and say "Hey, where's the bike today?"....but somehow I miss the incredible humor.  Maybe it's a Seinfeld joke.  I never thought Seinfeld was funny either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have experience with the body fat scales?  I was thinking of getting &lt;a href="http://search.performancebike.com/search?p=R&amp;amp;srid=S7%2d2&amp;amp;lbc=performancebike&amp;amp;w=scale&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fwww%2eperformancebike%2ecom%2fshop%2fProfile%2ecfm%3fSKU%3d22566%26item%3d20%2d4471&amp;amp;rk=1&amp;amp;uid=989402976&amp;amp;sid=7&amp;amp;ts=custom&amp;amp;rsc=:-DtQECYdN6U-ezQ&amp;amp;method=and&amp;amp;isort=score"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; from Performance, but I don't especially want to waste my money on something that's pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I have for today.  Keep the rubber side down, kids.   I think I've only ever heard one person actually say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1071271238995259153?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1071271238995259153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1071271238995259153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1071271238995259153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1071271238995259153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-doing-rather-bad-job-with-regular.html' title=''/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-4393130864057482010</id><published>2008-04-21T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:19:14.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back!</title><content type='html'>After the long and unplanned delay from commuting, I finally got moved into my new apartment&lt;br /&gt; yesterday, and had my first ride from there today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new today was riding in fairly dense fog...when I lived in Kentucky my commute was all on fairly high traffic rural roads, so when visibility became an issue I would not risk the ride--my life does hold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; small value to me, after all.  Since I only had two miles of road today and I trust the ability of my Superflash and bright yellow Shower's Pass touring jacket to keep me visible, I decided to go for it.  It was a wise decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commute itself is actually nicer than I imagined...the rail trail is perfectly straight and very nearly flat, though it does have a downhill tendency for a moderate distance on the way to work.  The feeling of nearly effortless speed, spinning in the big ring while the wind whips around me is nearly without better in my cycling experience.  We'll see if it's really a downhill or if that just happened to be the prevailing wind direction today.  Of course, the last two miles are a fairly constant climb, so that doesn't work out exactly as I'd like....I always thought the big climb would ideally be at the beginning or middle of the ride so that one can arrive at work in an unsweaty state.  The good far outstrips the bad in this case, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride back was good as well, though my out of shape legs were feeling the burn.  I was impressed at the number of riders out today....I probably didn't see more than a dozen, but in my hometown I think I only ever saw one or two other riders--and not regularly.  I passed a couple of recreational riders and a bunch of joggers, but then a couple miles from home I got passed by a guy on a lime green road bike (I think it was a Trek, but I am not sure).  Heeding the roadie instinct to chase any other bike we see (I wonder if this is what dogs feel when they see cars?) I decided to give chase.  I couldn't just hammer and try to pass him immediately though, that would look like I was trying too hard--plus the sudden effort would probably drain me and I'd get passed again immediately, which is like an extra loss for me.  Besides, as a big guy I have discovered that while I am horrible at sprints, I can usually dial my speed up just a little bit higher than other peoples' and eventually catch them and then leave them behind.  Unless I get tired and they get away first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slowly gain on him as we draw nearer and nearer to my apartment...trying not to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; like I'm trying to gain on him.  I am the ninja racer.  We pass the entrance to my apartment complex when I am nearly within drafting distance, but I decide to keep going because not only do I not have a clear idea of exactly where this trail goes, but I saw a branch of my bank on Google Maps and wanted to find an ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon after we pass my complex's entrance, we run out of trail.  I was a bit taken aback by the sudden T-junction into another trail (Mad River), so I slow down a bit more than necessary.   When we get on the new trail heading North, I see that he has opened up a huge gap between us, and worse--there is a definite upward turn.  Nothing serious, but enough that I decided I was done playing racerboy for the day.  It was time to settle back in and just ride again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really have to ride this trail more in the future.  It goes by a creek one the west with dirt trails on the far side (I wonder if I can ride my mountain bike on them...probably not, but I will have to check), with a fenced in park area on the east side.  Even though it's very near dense residential areas, I could almost trick myself into thinking I was in the woods.  The smell helped...it smelled, for lack of a better comparison, like mountain biking.  So it was a very enjoyable ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching my bank, I discovered that there isn't even an ATM, but there IS an Aldi there--maybe a mile and a half from my house.  This could be where the majority of my grocery shopping is done in the future, and I totally dig the low prices (plus it's highly convenient).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better end this now, I will run out of things to say tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics to come soon, but I don't want to stop for photos until I have a better idea of how long it takes to get to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-4393130864057482010?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/4393130864057482010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=4393130864057482010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4393130864057482010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/4393130864057482010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/04/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-1766962305219449054</id><published>2008-03-31T10:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:12:12.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason for delay, see Appendix 1</title><content type='html'>Well, today was supposed to be the real start of bike commuting for me, but on Friday I had to go to the hospital to have my appendix removed.  This puts a slight damper on riding plans.  I probably won't be on a bike again for another couple weeks.  This timing is not the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, appendixes (appendices?) really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hurt when they tell you it's time for action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-1766962305219449054?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/1766962305219449054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=1766962305219449054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1766962305219449054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/1766962305219449054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-today-was-supposed-to-be-eal-start.html' title='Reason for delay, see Appendix 1'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-153799209513518114</id><published>2008-03-26T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:49:53.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>Well, let's see if we can get things started off right.  The main purpose in me keeping this blog is to motivate myself to ride my bike more.  Resolving to myself to do it hasn't done the trick yet, but perhaps some public shame will help.  Or at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perceived&lt;/span&gt; public shame, as it is only really public if someone actually reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come originally from Bowling Green, KY.  Not a great town to bike in, but it's definitely on the upswing as far as bike friendliness is concerned.  I managed to commute to work many times a year ago, which was great for me--it got me into better shape, it put me in a much better mood when I got to work, and it was just all around enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got moved to a slightly different position, though, that required me to drive long distances, working at satellite offices.  Sure, I could bike the 40 miles one way to work--but could I bike 40 miles back in an hour and a half to continue my work day?  Not quite.  So in the interest of more money, the commuting had to be shelved for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Januray, I landed a much better job in Beavercreek, Ohio (just outside Dayton).  This is a convenient location because my brother already lives here, so I've gotten the chance to check the place out while visiting.  It's like a cycling paradise compared to Bowling Green--separated bike lanes everywhere, rail trails that are useful for transportation, three mountain bike trails within less than an hour.....this could work out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since being here, though, I've only biked to work once.  The weather is much colder and snowier than I'm used to, and I'm a little intimidated by the road I currently have to ride down to get to work.  This weekend I move into my new apartment, though, that has a connection to a main artery rail trail right from the parking lot.  I should be able to ride the 8 miles to work and only be on actual roadway for 2 miles.  This is exactly what I would have hoped for, and it doesn't hurt that there are also grocery stores and other conveniences located just off the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that anyone has made it this far in their reading, here is my vision for this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day-to-day record of my commutes, recording weight, experiences, opinions of new gear I procure, and whatever else might pop into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently some of my posts on other forums have inspired others to get bikes and begin commuting, and most of them are way better about it than me--we'll see if this helps to convert more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; make me ride more.  I plan to use my truck for as little day-to-day stuff as possible.  Ideally its main purpose will be taking me mountain biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-153799209513518114?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/153799209513518114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=153799209513518114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/153799209513518114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/153799209513518114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/03/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678184048449773605.post-2961221605143129025</id><published>2008-03-24T07:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:58:35.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the interblags</title><content type='html'>OK, this post is a placeholder until after I move to my new place.  The act of moving is detrimental to my cycling (yes, I know all of you Portland and Seattle people &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fq3oSyvXLiY%22"&gt;move your entire house with roving gangs of cargo bikes&lt;/a&gt;, but alas, this is Ohio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5678184048449773605-2961221605143129025?l=lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/feeds/2961221605143129025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5678184048449773605&amp;postID=2961221605143129025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2961221605143129025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5678184048449773605/posts/default/2961221605143129025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazybikecommuter.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-to-interblags.html' title='Welcome to the interblags'/><author><name>Lazy Bike Commuter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06186544907063119814</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZdBeHgPE5K8/R-sVYOdpvgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/rXOCLMMv1Ps/S220/148480265_685229a857.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
