Any doubts as to what month it is got put on ice this morning. We awakened to light fog, freezing mist, black ice on the roads and sidewalks, temps in the 20s and a 30-car pileup that briefly closed Interstate 25, which is how Bibleburg officially welcomes the onset of winter.
Even Turkish, who considers being confined indoors the equivalent to a dip in the Lake of Fire, declined to take his morning constitutional. After the usual post-breakfast yowling for freedom he splayed briefly on the glazed sidewalk like Spider-Man on a wall, then rushed straight back indoors to sleep off the horror … the horror. …
Me, I’m trying to figure out where I can set up the Cateye trainer in this midget dwelling so I can take a little healthy exercise without risking frostbite. Herself has annexed the basement in the name of Lebensraum and every other square inch is packed tighter than four fatties in a Smart car. There’s the garage, but that sucker is a giant Igloo cooler — I swear it’s colder in there than it is outdoors. Plus it’s full of bikes, parts and lawn-care implements.
Don’t tell me I’m gonna have to suck it up and go outdoors. I saw how much the Turk’ liked it, and he’s wearing a fine fur coat.
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suck it up and go outdoors.How’s that for cut and paste.
Look; I love your humor and your posts, but we gotta talk about your refusal to use the garage to train. I’m not talking about devotion to the bike; I’m talking about the cold.
I live in an apartment complex. During the winter a couple years ago, management temporarily closed the exercise facility where I set up my rollers. I was pissed. My solution; I set up my rollers OUTSIDE, IN THE PARKING LOT, NEXT TO MY TRUCK. Now, to the general public, the sight of someone doing something they’ve never seen before, at night, in a car-filled parking lot, in 20 degree temps, just plain draws stares. But you know what; I had residents come up to me and say, “Boy; you sure are dedicated!” That was enough to make the aggravation worth it.
The pertinent point I wanted to make is I found that even in 20 degree temps, while riding rollers, you’ll be doffing clothing faster than a ‘Vegas stripper with diarrhea. And you’ll still be sweating. So don’t forsake the garage.
It was freaking horrible out! At your age you can’t afford a broken hip.
It is now officially incline season. See Manitou Incline for more info…
Yep it has turned. Today I go get the borrowed truck & move the rest of the “presentation” furniture from the finally sold house. Only took 19 months to sell it. Was expecting to work in the cold rain all day, and here it comes. Once I am free of 2 mortgages & snow removal, I’ll look at some indoor bike stuff. Life is good.