Category Archives: Tues/Thurs 7:45am ride

Endless ramblings regarding the every Tuesday & Thursday-morning bike ride, leaving Olive Hill & Canada Road at 7:45am, rain or shine

What a difference a day makes

Last night I was wondering if I’d be out there this morning. Of course, I knew I would, but would I want to be? I had been feeling like I was right on the border of coming down with something, obviously a result of the 4 different vaccinations, and went to bed not looking forward to how I was going to feel the next day.

But the next day, this morning, I woke up and felt… pretty good! It might have been a relative thing, pretty good compared to pretty bad not that many hours before, so maybe I just felt normal. Didn’t matter; I was pretty happy I wasn’t feeling bad!

A bit dark & dreary on the ride, as some sort of mini-front was rolling through, but not wet. Eric, Kevin, Kevin, George, Marcus and, a bit later, Milo out there with me this morning. Everyone started out pretty easily but Marcus can’t help himself and was just gradually picking up the pace, while I’m just holding onto wheels for as long as I can. Eventually Kevin (my son, not the pilot) moved off the back, along with Eric. At the wide open clearing (1.41 miles to go on Kings) I let the fast guys go and waited for Eric and Kevin, making sure they were OK. No fast times on Kings today!

But Kevin (not the pilot) recovered and had no issues holding wheels on Skyline, even leading us over the final little hump before the long descent to Sky Londa. Good to see.

West Old LaHonda was interesting. It started out with me hoping nobody would go too fast, but when Marcus picked up the pace (again), it was me jumping onto his wheel. Only me. I just did what I was trained to do, back in the day. Hold the wheel in front of me. By the time we got to the final short sprint up to Skyline I had nothing left, and Marcus just walked away on a section that I’d normally outsprint most anybody. Didn’t bother me in the slightest!

The only “accomplishment” on Strava was yet again descending 84. If it stays dry the next couple of weeks, who knows, I might finally beat my prior times down the hill. Came very close today.

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Bad Feng Shui caused by misplaced garbage cans wrecks ride

OK, you had to be there, but let me explain. There are certain rituals, things that you do on a regular basis, and sometimes you start doing them in a regular way, and that regular way picks up meaning that is entirely out of proportion to normalcy. Let me explain.

Wednesday is Garbage Night. After dinner, my son and I have to take out the garbage. Three bins; one for recycling, one for compost, one regular. They’re placed at the end of the driveway (naturally enough) and, since we ride Thursday mornings, need to be placed such that we can thread our way past the two cars (one dead, one active), the bins, and out into the street.  At some point, instead of placing the bins to the side, they each commanded their own special place. That special place meant approximately equidistant. And last night equidistant became debated more intensely than whether a stem is straight or not, eventually ending up with me bringing out a tape measure to make sure they were exactly right. And I was correct, Kevin was wrong. He had the right-most two bins offset 3/4 of an inch closer than the left.

All was right with the world, until we find out that my wife had to leave the house (in her car) before we’d get back from our ride, so we had to move them all off to one side, with no special attention paid to their arrangement because… because there just wasn’t much you could do with 3 bins and maybe 6 or 7 feet of space.

We should have left them where they belonged and had my wife move them to leave the house.

The result of having near-perfect Feng Shui and then deliberately destroying it was staggering. Fog moved in on our morning ride, we saw a Raven flying off with a squirrel (Seriously! Strangest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Maybe just a couple of feet over our heads.), and Kevin had a rippin’ seizure midway through Huddart Park. Put him on the ground for several minutes, got un-needed attention from park staff, and Kevin never really got back to normal. Even hurt his shoulder a bit somehow during the seizure.

As a result, we shorted the ride, skipping the West Old LaHonda section on a day when it must have been just incredible on that side of the hill, with the tips of the hills pushing up through the fog.

Don’t take Feng Shui for granted. I sure won’t anymore!  –Mike–

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