Many things work like kryptonite on me: sloth, water, and cold being some of the greener isotopes, though ice is clearly the greenest of them all.
in it to win it 8.0 mi said:
Again, ice is my kryptonite.
One of my coworkers forwarded me a weather warning for more snow today. 1-2 inches with more on the other side of Lake Michigan. So long as it's clear by tonight...
"sloth"? As in you are too lazy to ride? ;-)
Skip Montanaro 12mi said:
Many things work like kryptonite on me: sloth, water, and cold being some of the greener isotopes, though ice is clearly the greenest of them all.
in it to win it 8.0 mi said:Again, ice is my kryptonite.
Something like that, yeah. I get up at 5am-ish, look at the thermometer and the darkness and think, "Hmmm, the train sure seems like a better option..." On the plus side, I also swim, so on days when I fail to get up the gumption to ride, I will often head to the pool.
Lisa Curcio 4.0 mi said:
"sloth"? As in you are too lazy to ride? ;-)
Yes, but I'm not that hairy, certainly not on top of my head. :-)
For more bike ride photos from today when prayer to the gods of studded tirees and granny rings paid off, click here.
I had a lovely 7 mile ride this morning in Beverly and Morgan Park. Clean pavement, pleasant sun and no wind - delightful!
West town and back this AM/afternoon. Felt like a strong headwind both ways but I think it may have just been the studded tires.... As of this afternoon there's no pavement that justifies them-- we're down to either dry pavement or "bumpy" ice, and they don't do well on either.
Heading out tomorrow to visit transplanted Chicagoan relatives who want Italian Beef. So, I rode from home to Portillo's and back in the sort of rain. I think the ladies at the catering counter were amused when I told them I was going to squish it all into my pannier.
Lisa, your pannier will smell beefalicious for months to come. I wouldn't be surprised if you now have a trail of yapping dogs following you everywhere you ride.
Lisa Curcio 4.0 mi said:
Heading out tomorrow to visit transplanted Chicagoan relatives who want Italian Beef. So, I rode from home to Portillo's and back in the sort of rain. I think the ladies at the catering counter were amused when I told them I was going to squish it all into my pannier.
Yapping Gene's, too.
I thought I saw a recumbent trike with a flamingo in my rear view mirror . . . .
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