Tuesday, February 12, 2008

How you know it's time to get back on the bike

1. You're flabby and plain old out of shape

2. Your "baby" excuse is no longer valid - the kid is nearly 2 years old

3. Your evening physical activity consists of sitting on the couch with the laptop

4. You have a vivid nightmare about your hand cracking open in the thenar web area, due to skin that is dry to the point of brittle. Instead of seeing blood, ligaments and muscles below the skin, you notice that everything has turned to a grey-brown dust, which disintegrates upon contact. And, on top of that horror, you notice green pustules are placed nearly, though not perfectly on the grid of disintegration, ready to pop at any moment.




I thought that writing about the nightmare would make it stop creeping me out. Nope. :-(

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Friday, February 08, 2008

Cincinnati, a modern land

My town, Cincinnati, is home to some great cycling stuff, including great cycling clubs, great racing including road and cyclocross racing and a weekly crit near my house, a bike messenger, alleycats, a river-side rails-to-trails trail, swell bike shops, the Sunflower Century and now....our own pedal-powered food delivery service.

Man, now all we're missing is a velodrome!

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