Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Fall Down And Get Up And Ride Again

Debra found out yesterday that studded tires aren't a complete safeguard against hitting the deck. Mrs found an ice ridge on 24th Street just west of Minnehaha Avenue. I know the spot and made a personal inspection this morning during escort service. She said she hit the ridge in a perpendicular fashion and the front wheel slid out. When the front wheel start to slide you can muscle your way out of the skid most times. Most times. She said she was going slow and was uninjured so don't get all mushy about. Her bag ended up almost on her head and the water bottle came open and Gatorade splashed all over looking like she was bleeding to death. Sorry, I don't have any pictures. If it had been me I would've gotten a photo of my bike on its side and the Gatorade pool.

So what about when the back wheel starts to slide. You Minneapolis folks know that sometimes the back wheel slides out so fast that you're on the ground in a heartbeat. Faster than a heartbeat at times. Ice you can see isn't so bad. Ice hidden by a fresh dusting of snow can be evil. I'm riding cyclocross tires (Continental twisters) on my black Crosscheck. I like them a lot. Some people still prefer to ride slicks in the winter. Do they really cut through like a pizza cutter as Connor (kid on the next block who also rides to work at an un-Godly hour) says. I'll take the Salsa out to find out for myself.

More snow is at the doorstep. Put the cap on tighter on that water bottle my love.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

All I Want For Christmas Is A Really Big Dog

Thanks to the family bike mechanic Josh and my limited mechanical talents I was able to get my black Crosscheck back on the road. To make sure the wheel wouldn't fall off I rode around the neighborhood in the rain for 20 minutes or so. My bike got pretty slushy on the way in to work this morning and was posed in front of my supervisor's desk. I moved it to a spot where it could melt down. He's off today so my wet clothes are drying nicely in his office. The ride to work was pretty uneventful for me. Mrs found her Diamondback with the studded tires to be quite the chore to pedal. I don't think that north wind helped much. Aah my dear, it's a trade off. The added security of the studded tires comes at a price. Just think of it as building up those leg muscles.

Since I shared some of the items on my Christmas wish list I thought I should share some of Debra's items on her list.
1. Personal cd player to listen to her Monkeys Greatest Hits cd
2. Wicking long sleeve shirts
3. Hope diamond
4. Charms for her bracelet
5. Biking gloves - preferably pink
6. Paper shredder - like the one the FEMA people use to shred internal memos
7. Any large dog - something the size of a small rv to help pull studded tire bike
8. Autographed picture of Martha Stewart
9. Instructional video of laundry procedures for husband
10. Subscription to Directv magazine
11. Larger bed - big dumb husband and his dog take up too much room

Most of these items are going to be pretty easy. I'm having lunch with Martha later this week and I have a line on a Great Dane puppy.

Monday, November 28, 2005

The Big E Makes A House Call

My co-worker Duane with Ella. Duane's daughters are 17 and 13. It made Duane sentimental about when his girls were that age.
E on Green Giant. I would've ridden the Parade Bike in the rain if I knew she was going to stop by.
Happy E and reflective Raymond at my desk. An otherwise gloomy Monday was brightened by the girls' visit. E's mommy is always impressed by our building. This place is listed on the historic register right alongside Jefferson's boyhood home.

What's In Your Wallet?

Actually, my wallet is in my new Banjo Brothers bag that was given to me by the nice folks at Banjo Brothers. I be a field tester. It's smaller than my Chrome Kremlin bag which is ok. At one point I had 7 pairs of gloves, 4 pairs of socks and the transmission to a 67 Buick in my Chrome bag. Last night when I was making the bag changeover I found the other missing short-fingered black glove that had been missing for over a month. I guess Mrs can take that off my Christmas wish list. I really like the white interior of the new bag which makes it much easier to find stuff. Interior pockets and large reflective stripe on back are cool as well. The Banjo people also sent me a really swanky attache' case which will be nice to carry important papers in. New bag sheds rain very well which was important this morning. I had to ride Green Giant this morning because right before we left I found out that my black Crosscheck had a flat front tire. Grrr! Is that proper usage of grrr, hereNT? I'm giving the Giant to a guy at work so he was all geeked up to see his new/old bike. Debra in front of massive Christmas tree which was wrestled (with huge amounts of laughter) into the stand yesterday afternoon. Picture brings to light a couple of facts. Tree is very large and Mrs is quite small. Lights will go on soon. Hopefully, before temps plummet to single digits. Ribbon Girl has been contacted/schmoozed and is ' in for the big win' (Full Metal Jacket). Why is your Christmas tree on the back porch you may ask? Because there's a nine year-old, lovable, bratty dog who just can't find it in herself to leave the tree alone when we're at work.

11:15 am addition to this post - I was just on the Banjo Brothers web page and noticed that the attache' case thingy is actually a laptop case. Yep, I'm an idjit and deserve to be run over by a soccer mom on her cell phone this afternoon.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

A Sloppy-Sandy-Rainy-Wet Dog-Day

Melting snow and smattering of rain make for soggy day on the old Dragger. Wienery was closed so we rode to Uptown Diner for breakfast. I've found out that the tandem doesn't handle so well on packed down melting snow. Almost put it on its side once. I took two days off riding after reaching 7000 so today is really fun. Have ridden a bike all but 59 days this year. Not bad when time allotted for drinking used to be so important. Back to work tomorrow. Yuck!! Still need to get massive Christmas tree in its stand this afternoon. Will need to beg professional ribbon maker to tie ribbons for tree. Oh great ribbon twister would you please, please, please make up the ribbons for massive tree?

Mrs and I traded wish lists for Christmas. Each list consists of twenty items to help each other out. She even cut out ads to help me out. I wrote mine down. A portion of my list follows.
1. Cheapest rain jacket available for biking
2. Salad Shooter
3. Tall wool socks
4. Polka dot bike like that Rasmussen guy rode on the last day of the tour
5. Mr T starter set
6. Dog of any size
7. Shitto's chicken - a guy at work got this chicken for his 40th birthday and is looking to unload it
8. Smartwool balaclava - not a Greek pastry
9. Large Krispy Kreme coffee mug
10. Any ratty looking wool sweater from a thrift store
11. Short fingered cycling gloves
12. Windproof underwear - male cyclists and runners understand
I think I have a shot at getting some of this stuff. Unfortunately, I bet I won't be getting the dog, chicken or $10,000 bike.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Eating My Weight In Cake

Our Christmas tree purchased at the Minneapolis Farmer's Market for a paltry $48. My buddy Larry hauled it home for us and helped get it in the screened-in porch. There were bigger trees but we would've had to cut a hole in the roof and lower it in with a crane. Mrs and I will wrestle this monster into the stand tomorrow. We bought a new stand and 900 lights on Friday at Menards. Not sure if more lights will be needed. Oh, there's also two rolls of ribbon for bows. Pictures of the masterpiece should be posted soon. Last year's tree or what I didn't burn is still outside. I should drag it to Boom Island for a future fire when the ride stops there next time.
Snow is very pretty while it's falling, isn't it? I took my black Crosscheck out for a while to play. Stayed out until I was good and cold. That's 42nd Street in the background where motorists just refer to me as that idiot on his bike.
Ma and Snowy on Thanksgiving Day. We took Ma out to eat and then brought her home to see the dogs. As you can see Snowy is shy and not that affectionate.

Mileage for the year is 7027. Eating cake at every opportunity. What's the most memorable thing that happened while riding that far? Easy. While I was waiting for the light to change at 32nd and Hiawatha the guy next to me looked over and then locked his car doors. I've ridden 3000 miles between mid-August and now. If I hadn't screwed around until mid-August, there's no telling how far I could've ridden.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005


There's something incredibly liberating to me about staying out all night with your bike. Being out on a fairly cold evening from 8:30 pm to 6 the next morning. Much more fun at 6 am sober than the days I had to pilot the damn thing home drunk. Downtown at 6 on a Sunday morning is a mix of cabs, homeless people and holdovers from the night's festivities. For me it's a time when I feel in complete control of my existence. The pictures you take pale in comparison to what your eyes see.

Have a happy and safe Thanksgiving. I'm thankful for many things, not the least of which is my sobriety. It's given me my life back. Entertaining a little girl with a hand puppet would've never been so much fun in the old days.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Not Working And Loving It

Having a great week off. Not doing all that much besides riding my bike, hanging out with Ella, and eating. Saturday Night Ride was fun even though there were only like 6 of us. We rode around Northeast before getting a fire going at Boom Island. I took some pictures downtown on the way home from the ride and will probably post them later this week.

As of this minute I've got 77 miles to ride to make 7000 for the year. The goal was originally 6000, then 7000, then 7000 by the end of November. I'll have it done by Friday. Then we eat cake.

Friday, November 18, 2005

A Night With The Big E

Ella and I chillin'. Just watching Syracuse pound the B-Jesus out of Texas Tech at the Coaches vs. Cancer Tournament. Pearl Izumi riding/bowling shirt is a new addition to my wardrobe as is that lime green sweater next to us. Someone has their eyes on that sweater to make mittens for herself. No names mentioned. You know who you are. Pink outfit on E is made by Sugoi, I believe.
Green dragon taking his frustrations out on Elmo. Green dragon is a bad ass and quickly established supremacy over all stuffed animals in the house.
E in a reflective pose wishing she could take my camera away from me and beat some sense into me with it.
Aah. This is how she got into the pink outfit. Debra wanted a green outfit but I lobbied hard for pink. I guess we were only supposed to change outfits if they got dirty. Just like at home, I'm good at increasing the laundry load.
Lazy dogs on a huge Marshall Field's couch, drunk from pizza crust.

The evening with E went swimmingly. Mommy came home and was able to put E to bed without a problem. Syracuse 81 Texas Tech 46.

Off all of next week. You can work for the City in your next life. But you can't be the forester. Ride your bike. It's not cold. Not yet.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

I've Heard White Christmas 17 Times!!

My co-worker is now playing Christmas music (off Kool 108) in his office. This replaces the conservative political radio programs he usually listens to. I got this from Kris. She says it's Ella's favorite song. I say it's Kristine's favorite song. I'm going to play it on an endless loop.

Nothing Like A Frozen Solid Water Bottle

After riding last Friday in shorts (no knee warmers), this morning seemed fairly cold. I think it was like 10 when we left the house. The top of my head was cold for a while even though I had two hats on under my helmet. My feet were two blocks of ice by the time I arrived at work. Otherwise I was toasty warm. Well, as toasty warm as you get while riding a bike on a cold morning producing your own wind chill. Mrs rode her Diamondback this morning earning her an even greater appreciation of her Crosscheck. When we stopped at the light to cross Hiawatha at 28th Street she informed me that she'd worn too many clothes and was hot. I told her that you seldom hit the clothes just right in the winter.

Phase 2 of my treatment program ended last night. The group wanted me to talk about what the program had done for me. The program made me take a hard look at myself. It made me see what alcohol was doing to my life and my family. I reveled in the hard-drinking party animal image. As I said at the end of Phase 1, I've buried the party animal along side my house. The program showed me that there's a life for me without alcohol. I had to admit that I was in fact an alcoholic. That was tough. I was lucky. I have the support of family and friends. Lucky to have had William as my counselor. I couldn't imagine going through treatment without William as my counselor. He made me face the hard truth. But he also bolstered my self-esteem. He told me last night I can stop in for group any time I want. I'm sure I'll ride there some cold Wednesdays this winter.

Tonight, Debbie and I are watching Ella. Kris is going out with her mommy group to a Japanese steak place. I told her to think of me when the calculator comes out to figure out the bill down to the penny. I was informed that she's not like that. I know, but it's still fun to tease.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Snow Never Materializes

The predicted snowfall never got here. Did the tv stations beat the topic to death. You betcha. However, the side streets and bike trails were very icy this morning. I suggested strongly that Mrs take the car to work. She's never ridden on ice and we just can't have her splatting right out of the box. She's going to drop my studded tires off at Freewheel so they can put them on her Diamondback. Then, there'll be no stopping her. She was ready to go this morning. All bundled up and ready to rock. Maybe tomorrow morning. Of course I rode in on my bike. Who the hell cares if I splat. The wind was howling so I wore my heavy fleece jacket pictured above. That jacket kind of looks like I took one of those old toilet tank covers my mother had in our house and had somebody sew a zipper in it. Regardless of looks, it's very warm and windproof.

The new pedals for black Crosscheck are the kind with spd's on one side and a platform with great big teeth on the other side. I thought about the pedal covers but it's nice to have some teeth for when you're riding in heavy winter boots.

New links are here: Go to links section - Too lazy to set up quick links here
Super Rookie - former Minneapolis messenger Tim who now lives in Chicago. Tim was one of the main organizers of Stupor Bowl.
The Old Bag - a Twin Cities woman who likes bikes, beer and cigars among other stuff.
Commute-a-blog - Cape Cod cyclist
The Fog Of Work - Twin Cities guy who likes to post about sports

Treatment tonight. Not much of phase two left. I need to ride there so the boys can ask me why I'm still riding a bike in this weather.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Who's Geeked Up For Snow?

This bike should really have a new chain put on before he/she rides it again.
So let's get this snow machine going. The snow has been out there on the radar all day. It's been raining for quite a while, but no snow. Maybe tonight. We're ready at work for snow. Boy, are we ever ready. All of the equipment has been changed over for snow. We'll finish the third pass through the city for leaf sweeping today. I still get calls for a few leaves in the street a couple of times a day. Some of these people have total unrealistic expectations.

I don't know if I'm alone on this but I'd rather ride when it's snowing than when it's raining. Rain finds every part of your clothing and just soaks you. At least with snow you can usually shake yourself off like a dog to get it off you. Riding on ice is a whole different matter. Be ready to fall, get back up, ride some more and fall again. The key on ice is to not fall into oncoming traffic.

Debra drug her old Diamondback out of the recesses of the basement last night so I could get it roadworthy. I washed it, degreased the chain and cassette, put air in the tires and took the horn off so she could attach her headlight. I also attached a clip-on fender to help with road splashing. I took the "loaner" sticker off. Freewheel People: Don't tell Kevin. Of course I have bought four new bikes from you in a one year period.

Tonight after work I'm riding to Freewheel for a new set of pedals for the black Crosscheck. One pedal locked up on the way home yesterday and finally broke loose. That pedal is kind of wobbly now. I want a pedal with a platform on one side and clipless on the other. I hope they don't make me ride back home for the fender.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Blinkies, Socks And Hideous Lime Green Sweaters

Debra picked these blinkies up for me at Gerten's Greenhouse yesterday. Today on the way to work I had three blinkies on my bag, one on the seatpost, a blinking headlight on the handlebars and my helmet and still had to hit the brakes hard to avoid broadsiding some asshole at 41st and Minnehaha.
This isn't my leg or my socks. I bootlegged the picture off the blog called A Flower Called Nowhere. These socks were given out as a prize at Homie Fall Fest by Hurl (Cars-R-Coffins). He told me he obtained them at Interbike last year. I think they're pretty cool. I probably wouldn't ride in them when my wife was with me or stop at any kid's lemonade stands either. Nonetheless, I'm still searching the galaxy for a pair. I'd trade two cases of beer, Debbie's Monkeys cd and a pair of Your Bike Sucks socks for a pair. I'd even rake leaves for a pair.
I made some purchases of wool items for the upcoming winter. The two green sweaters are from Turnstyle, a consignment shop in Saint Paul for $9 a piece. The Surly long sleeve wool jersey came from Freewheel. It wasn't $9. Debbie has a Surly jersey too. We try not to wear them in the same place at the same time. We also try to not ride our black Crosschecks together. Dog in picture not purchased at Turnstyle or Freewheel. She'd also be hard to fit in your bag to use as an extra layer.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Gutter Cleaning Can Be Therapeutic

After two seasons of seeds and two seasons of leaves I finally cleaned the roof and gutters today. Debra held the ladder and had 911 on hold just in case I fell off the roof. Jim at Freewheel and I came to the agreement that running the lawnmower over the leaves wouldn't violate the no leaf raking pact we made. It's not going to happen tomorrow because it's raining tonight and any form of leaf chopping won't be effective.

Mrs. made another run to Marshall Field's this evening to take advantage of the 13 Hour sale (and her birthday) to make more purchases and keep the economy running. I took a stroll through the mall and found her in the Field's shoe department. No shoe purchase for her so she'll have to settle for the 100 pairs of shoes she currently owns. It took me a long time to pay off the shoe debt Snowy established for me a couple of years ago.

I watched some of the Ford Ironman World Championship today and was inspired by Sarah Reinertsen, a lady with one prostetic leg. This event is made up of a 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike "ride" and a 26.2 mile run. This woman is truely the shit. I hope I can find a poster of her to put up on the door I leave with my bike.

Friday, November 11, 2005

The Birthday Girl Livin' Large

Can you celebrate your birthday without at least a quick stop at Palmers. This picture was taken out by the fire pit at about 10. The boys were already celebrating Debbie's birthday when she arrived. The guy in the photo with the Z Z Top beard asked me if I was CIA. I told him I was Secret Service.
It's a monkey. At least he/she wasn't doing anything rude.
A polar bear that could use a trip to the groomer.
Besides the zoo, there's a conservatory at Como Park. It's warm and humid in here. I was wearing a long sleeve wool jersey. Get the picture.
Somebody leave a comment and tell me what the hell kind of animal this is.
Dinner at Axel's. We didn't ride our bike there. Mrs was dressed way too nice for riding and I dug a shirt out of the laundry and put on extra cologne. Yeah, I could've taken a picture of our food before we attacked it, but I was really hungry and dove right in.

We're out on the Dragger tonight. I already had to yell at some guy who almost hit us. I think I yelled, "excuse me, but didn't you see us on our bike"?

Have a great weekend. Ride your bike and smile (but look tough). Eat like there's no tomorrow. Keep the profanity to a minimum when an asshole almost hits you in traffic. In 100 years it won't matter that I left the leaves on my lawn over the winter.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Warm Winds Blowing Over Blue Skies

A wind-starched American flag besides being a beautiful sight means something else to a cyclist. It represents tough going into that wind. Much less fun on a 40 degree day than a 80 degree day. Luckily, my commute to work was against the wind and the ride home will have the wind at my back for the most part. Return on investment as Dave Gray from Surly put it.

Tomorrow is Debra's birthday. Her birthday tradition for many years is a trip to the Como Park Zoo in Saint Paul. She likes the Como Zoo because it reminds her of the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago. Me too. I think we'll ride the Dragger there with a stop at the Wienery for breakfast. Big Daddy is having the boys over after work tomorrow for a poetry reading. That, and shitloads of beer. I'll stop with the birthday girl so she can read The Raven. Then it's off to Axel's for dinner.

Treatment group is tonight. I don't think I have too many more sessions for this phase. Since I don't have to get up at 5 tomorrow I believe I'll ride for quite a while after group. Hopefully the wind will have died down some by then. So, keep the coffee pot on. I may stop by. I'll bring the donuts.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Welcome Back My Friends To The Show That Never Ends

I started a new picture blog today which is identified on the links section as Stop Making Sense after the Talking Heads movie of the same name. This title also encompasses my views about pictures. I take pictures at times of stuff that don't make sense to most people. Mental patients, death row inmates and nuns will get the drift. There won't be any descriptions and comments will be allowed and encouraged especially by those individuals currently in the penal system. So get ready for pictures of dogs, trees, midgets (sorry, little people), babies, bikes and my wife's extensive Coach purse collection. Watch out or your picture will end up on the damn thing. I chose a template from Blogger's collection and hate it already.

Tonight we move in for the kill on E-bay. There's a Swobo blue wool long sleeve jersey that I want to get for Debbie. The kids have bid it up to $53. I'm thinking it's worth at least $75. I'll ambush them with about 30 seconds to go before the auction ends. This is Big Daddy's tried and true method of bidding. It works almost every time. Get in at the end and leave them wondering.

One more day of work left. Debbie and I are off on Thursday and Friday. Thursday is her birthday. I don't remember how old she is. I know I'm a lot older. Well, older chronologically. Inside I'll be 12 forever. I do have one knee that's like 60.

Monday, November 07, 2005

New Bike Shoes and Shit Brown Carpeting

These are my new winter cycling shoes that I found at the Coach store at Southdale. Or was it at a bike shop in Edina. Anyways. I've ridden in them a couple of times and will let you know how they work after some colder weather. I was even able to swap the clips from my Shimano sandals to the new shoes. I never claimed to be the most mechanical of guys so this is a major accomplishment for me. With this under my belt I may try changing a light bulb at home.

Yeah, my Crosscheck is cool, but I wanted to show our new institutional carpeting in our spacious offices. My boss picked this color because he wanted something that blended in well with dirt. I lobbied for green shag. I was told to put my straight jacket back on and go sit in the corner. My boss had made the statement, "you won't be bringing that f-ing bike into the office after we get the new carpeting". I told him my bikes were worth more than his carpeting. He couldn't argue with my reasoning.

Rode the Dragger twice this weekend and the Parade Bike once. New shoes and a birthday party for Potter's girlfriend Rina on Saturday. Bike washing and football on Sunday. We fed Josh and Cip Sunday evening and then I escorted them to the 38th Street Light Rail Station.

Added two new links today. My great-niece Aimee's picture blog and Evil Cycling. That way the universe is in balance.

Ma, Are You Available For Leaf Raking?

Yes, another weekend has come and gone, and about 15 bags of leaves (DNR estimate) remain on our lawn. I know, I'm bringing down property values in the neighborhood. I do have one ally - Jim, the creator of Oil Is For Sissies. Solidarity Brother.

I hope Ella lives in the neighborhood for a really long time because:
1) I like her a lot.
2) When she's old enough I can pay her large sums of money for yard work.

I just read this post. It took me 20 seconds to read it. I don't know how long it took you. Don't bellyache to me about wasting 20 seconds of your life reading about some lazy bastard's leaves.

Friday, November 04, 2005

The Boys Are Just Giddy Abour Deer Season

This place is kind of a ghost town this afternoon. Most of the boys have left to pack their belongings for hunting. You know - Gun, one pair of clean underwear, liquor, a book from Oprah's list, liquor and their jammies with the feet in them. My boss took me out to survey some City-owned retaining walls. We rebuilt one at 67th and Russell for a mere $18,000. This wall is sturdy enough to withstand a scud missile. Oh wait, aren't scuds the ones they can't hit anything with. Whatever.

Friday Pizza Ride with Debbie on the Dragger tonight. We're going to the downtown Pizza Luce. Dodging rush hour traffic on the way to pizza. Yee Hah!!

So, have a great weekend. Ride your bike. If you live in Richfield, drop me a voicemail if we've missed your stump. We'll get it next June. Don't worry, the snow will cover it in a month or so.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

I Won't Know What To Do With Myself

Debbie is going out with some work friends for dinner so I have the evening to myself. Rake leaves? Ha ha ha. Clean my room? I did it's yearly cleaning this summer. Laundry? Maybe. Ride longer after work, stop at Freewheel and then go home and pull a chair up to the refridgerator and eat till she comes home sounds like a winner. The dogs like the eating part because they know I share.

Speaking of leaves. The boys are out leaf sweeping right now. We make like four passes through the city and people still call to complain. We don't go back just because a car that was in the way got moved. The travelling circus can't spot sweep 10 spots and still get the job done. Stump grinding is also in progress. It's a pipe dream that every stump gets ground before winter. Part of the reason is that the forester is such a shitty paperwork jockey. Come to think of it, the forester is actually a pretty shitty tree inspector too.

And now a word about peak oil. Sorry Jim, I was just messing around. Don't give a half-wit access to the internet.

On a positive note I was able to squeeze my fat ass into a pair of size 34 jeans. That may not be a big deal to some of you but I once had to squeeze into size 46 pants. I had the 34's on long enough to blow a rivet through the wall. Oh well.

Sorry about this post. No, I haven't started drinking again. I'm just in a really weird mood.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Winter Bike Decisions

I've been thinking over what set-up I want for my winter bike. I'm sure I'll ride my black Crosscheck as much as possible but I've always rode something with the studded tires for really icy periods. I may try a winter without the studdeds and give them to Debbie to put on her 200 pound (slight exaggeration, it's actually heavier) Diamondback. She has a four mile commute which is the perfect distance to ride studded tires. Riding on tires with metal attached and a low psi is quite the workout. Those babies have a rolling resistance that's hard to describe.

One plan that seems to float through my pea brain is to ride my Rockhopper this winter. Change the front fork so fenders can be mounted and set it up with knobby tires again. I don't know if the fork from Green Giant can be used on the Rockhopper. I've already promised Green Giant to one of the guys at work. He doesn't get the fenders, mud flaps or other schwag. He's happy anyway. Hell, it's better than the Magna he's riding now.

Mrs has been hinting that it's her turn to get another bike. Boy would I love to get her a pink Surly 1 x 1. The whole pink thing would fit her so well and I'm positive she's ready for the whole single-speed experience. Single-speed is beautiful. You just pedal. No up one gear or down one gear looking for the porridge that's just right. Who the hell uses all those gears anyway?

Somebody rake my leaves. I'll pay you well and feed you.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Halloween Candy Hangover

November 1st already. Yikes. 35 degrees this morning. Somewhat of a brr. I try to fine tune my riding clothes in the morning based on my 5:40 am walk with Snowy. I usually overdress. It works out better for me. It seems like when I start out cold I never warm up to a comfortable level. I'm going to try and ride with shorts and the knee warmers as long as I can. I have a pair of winter pants with windblock on the front and stretchy fleece on the other side but I like wearing shorts the best. I don't have a pair of Hypnotic Designs knickers and a long sleeve Surly wool jersey (yet) like the other biker in the family. I've got her in bikes though, 5 to 2.

I passed out candy last night in my doggie costume. Some of the little kids were afraid of the big dog. The older kids loved my costume. I think we had like 50 or 60 trick-or-treaters. After the candy giveaway we attended my tattooer Adam's art show at Oddfellows on east Hennepin. Everything was done on black velvet. The painting I really liked was $1000. Oddfellows is hooked to a gay bar called Boom. Some pretty interesting costumes were seen there. There was also a nun (not a real one) hanging (yes by the throat) from the ceiling. Yeah, nobody liked getting hit with that f-ing ruler.

738 miles to go for 7000. Between riding the fleet and the Dragger I rode 1043 miles in October. That's by far my best month ever. No time spent drinking means more time to ride. It's not hard to ride that far in a month. You just throw your leg over the seat and pedal. You don't even have to go all that fast.

Our little buddy Ella has been in the hospital since Saturday. She's not gaining weight like she should be and is being checked out for all kind of things. Kris sent me a picture of her in her Halloween costume from the hospital. Hang in there E. We'll be walking in the neighborhood with you in that baby sling in no time. I wonder what my great niece Aimee was for her first Halloween. I better go check her picture blog to find out.