A motorist lays on the horn to harass a police officer while he's demonstrating safe cycling, thereby demonstrating why cyclists generally hate motorists.
You should note that my diploma from college states "BS Math and Computer Science" on it. I took coursework in abstract algebra, formal languages, linear algebra, numerical methods, differential equations, and other fairly unpleasant forms of math.
The first 200km brevet of the year is next week. Sunday, I took an experimental ride through the rain. I have my commuter raingear well characterized because I do ride rain-or-shine to work, but I was wondering about my long distance riding gear...
Copenhagen, apparently, has been installing footrests and handrests so that you don't have to put your foot all the way down on the ground while stopped at a light. Here, I just pull up to a curb and use the curb.
A few days last week, I commuted to work looking 50% like I was Lance Armstrong, in a long sleeved blue cycling jersey, and 50% like a jeans-wearing valley nerd. It looked silly.
Now, in the old days, gearing was simple. There were four or five gears in the back and two in front. Because the derailleurs of the time sucked, the gears in front would be a few teeth apart. Occasionally, and only weird people rode those kind of bikes, you'd have *gasp* three gears in front.
I had several thoughts. First, that Reese rocks. Second, that I'm glad that, were I to be a Caltrain rider, that I can now have doughnuts. Third, that I'm missing out on a major opportunity to hang with the cool cycling kids because I don't have CalTrain as part of my ride.
Copyright 2007, Ken Wronkiewicz