Another Silver Lining

So I'm riding my bike up this mountain in the dark and cold and every so often I get a nice blast of warm air and it hits me: It's the radiant heat from the engines of passing cars. Nice little spirit-lifter on a cold fall night.

Social Network

My social network is called "bicycle".

Neglect

This poor blog is getting the same treatment as my bikes and my legs. I glanced at the Redline, AKA Doo-Doo Brown and I swear it gave me puppy dog eyes.  G's bottom bracket sounds like an angry donkey and my road bike still has frog guts on it from two months ago.  As for my legs, well, my tights aren't just figuratively tights anymore.

Dialogue

This is not a real conversation, except for when it is.

"Is riding bikes all you do?" No, I work on them and often day-dream about them too.
"Does everything have to be about bikes with you?" Yes
"You should get a life." I have a life. It revolves around bikes.
"You have a real problem." Yes, I have a crank problem.  Its creaking...

Boom!

Fixie Fallacies

In one of my first posts, I described the singlespeeder's excuse. I caught myself this weekend applying that to my fixie.  I skipped tech feature one, the guy behind me rode it. I skipped tech feature two, the guy behind me rode it.  Three, four, probably more and then it hit me. What is the point of doing something hard if you don't do it the hard way? So I hit the log crossings, "Byrd would do it" I thought.  I hit the skinnies, "Dukes would do it" I thought. I wheelie dropped some stuff, "Alex would do it" I thought.

My fixie is not an excuse, it's an adventure.

P.S. I'm not a hipster. Maybe I'll get some royal blue hoops for the fixie. I'm not a hipster.

Fixie in Flagstaff

My favorite bike + fantastic trails = fat-tire fun.