Yet another bike entry.|
2008-06-15 11:40 a.m.
(So, tell me. Is this more annoying than 4000 entries in a row about work sucking? I do start out with a cat story, this time. That should help break the monotony a bit)
Moo thinks that just because Craisins come in a bag approximately the same size and texture as kitty treats they must be for him. Twice in the last half hour, he's come running when my bag crinkles. I take one out, and show it to him.
"See? These are Jen treats. NOT kitty treats." He sniffs it, shudders a little, and wanders off.
Ten minutes later, he's back. "OK. THIS time it's treats, right? No, don't offer me that disgusting thing again. Dude. I HEARD kitty treats. Quit fucking around." I think he's starting to get a little pissed off.
George, the true treat connoisseur of the household, will not be fooled so easily. Oh, wait. I guess he will. I probably should break out some real kitty treats before things get violent.
One of the free weekly papers recently ran a full page ad sponsored by a local bike shop. 3/4 of the page is a map of all the Madison bike routes, with the name of the business along the bottom.
I have a handlebar bike bag with an ingenious clear pocket for a map hanging down in exactly the right place for easy consultation. The map is invaluable, but I wish more streets were labeled. After weeks of being confused by a nearby six-way intersection, I finally figured out that I don't really have to go on the midlevel-traffic street. There's a lovely little bike-only path about 45 degrees to the right. I don't know how I missed it for so long.
Of course, I ended up abandoning this path about halfway down. Today is Sunday, so it was clogged with pedestrians and biking families with small children. I do most of my riding when the rest of the world is working. It's always a little jarring to realize that the bike paths aren't for my exclusive use.
I shouldn't complain. In my own way, I'm probably just as annoying to the true hardcore cyclists. I tend to slow to a pace only slightly faster than walking when I pass pretty scenery.
In my defense, though, I'm not wearing headphones. If someone shouts "On your left!" I move right immediately. Even more importantly, I won't randomly swerve back out into the middle of the path until after the faster person has gone by, unlike some five-year-olds I could mention.
I rode slightly more than 11 miles today. When I first started riding this year, six miles was enough to wear me out. My endurance is climbing though, which pleases me.
One more thing: This made me giggle, a lot.