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lemmingsThere hasn't been much news on the cycling front, other than retrospective cycling news, which I may delve into.
If you would like the trivial variety, you will find it in the story of how I finally lost my shoe. The first time it happened it was inconsequential. I mean, I barely lost it and I was in my driveway. My pedal kicked because of it's stupid stupid internal confusion and I had to put my shoe back on. Yesterday when the same thing happened the experience was slightly different. I was on the cycle path, the shoe went flying off, my bike went over the shoe, 4 lycra clad cyclists rode past and around a little shoeless girl and a shoe. Altogether not the greatest.
Also, people have decided to look right into my eyes for meters and meters and then... walk right in my path. What is with that? Do they have a death by tiny girl wish?
Rode over to the Northbridge festival on the weekend which was nice. Didn't race anyone or run over anyone, though I really did want to.
Left my bike outside and completely forgot about it for a good 4 hours before our house guest of the week Brendan came hefting it up the stairs with his dimpled grin and the sort of look that makes you wish you hadn't forgotten to leave your bike downstairs because he's going to have too much fun with this fact for the next couple of hours.
I enjoyed having Brendan and Liz over this weekend. They did interesting things and were interesting. Many of the interesting things that Brendan did involved walking very slowly with Mark and looking at bikes, talking about bikes in detail and going out for a ride with Mark on his bike at 5.30am this morning. I might be tainted by slight sleep deprivation bitterness, but he did make up for it with the most lude and awesomely awful, orange and blue jersey ever. Liz had stories about riding too as she rides for sport as well. She's also the perfect companion to annoy and ridicule the boys with endless mocking of K's and lycra and do I want to shave my legs? and man I smashed out some K's and then I had a coffee and it was good.I remember her potentially telling a story. Something about a hill... was she rolling down a hill? I can't remember but now I am concerned for her wellbeing and her story. I hope I was adequately concerned at the time.
I hope my new pedals arrive soon.
If you would like the trivial variety, you will find it in the story of how I finally lost my shoe. The first time it happened it was inconsequential. I mean, I barely lost it and I was in my driveway. My pedal kicked because of it's stupid stupid internal confusion and I had to put my shoe back on. Yesterday when the same thing happened the experience was slightly different. I was on the cycle path, the shoe went flying off, my bike went over the shoe, 4 lycra clad cyclists rode past and around a little shoeless girl and a shoe. Altogether not the greatest.
Also, people have decided to look right into my eyes for meters and meters and then... walk right in my path. What is with that? Do they have a death by tiny girl wish?
Rode over to the Northbridge festival on the weekend which was nice. Didn't race anyone or run over anyone, though I really did want to.
Left my bike outside and completely forgot about it for a good 4 hours before our house guest of the week Brendan came hefting it up the stairs with his dimpled grin and the sort of look that makes you wish you hadn't forgotten to leave your bike downstairs because he's going to have too much fun with this fact for the next couple of hours.
I enjoyed having Brendan and Liz over this weekend. They did interesting things and were interesting. Many of the interesting things that Brendan did involved walking very slowly with Mark and looking at bikes, talking about bikes in detail and going out for a ride with Mark on his bike at 5.30am this morning. I might be tainted by slight sleep deprivation bitterness, but he did make up for it with the most lude and awesomely awful, orange and blue jersey ever. Liz had stories about riding too as she rides for sport as well. She's also the perfect companion to annoy and ridicule the boys with endless mocking of K's and lycra and do I want to shave my legs? and man I smashed out some K's and then I had a coffee and it was good.I remember her potentially telling a story. Something about a hill... was she rolling down a hill? I can't remember but now I am concerned for her wellbeing and her story. I hope I was adequately concerned at the time.
I hope my new pedals arrive soon.
