Man, it seems I’m not the only person with a bad case of the Februaries.
Bicycle Retailer’s Steve Frothingham is at Frostbike in Minnesota, but it’s not a social call, and seems unlikely to break a streak of two weeks without exercise.
“S’what’s on the menu this evening?” I asked yesterday. “Partying with industry leaders?”
“Typing,” he replied.
Adventure Cyclist‘s Nick Legan, meanwhile, was riding that fabled Road to Nowhere in Colorado and looking forward to the Roll Massif, which will be conducted outdoors, with any luck at all in warmer weather.
| Photo by Hal Walter
“I was on the trainer myself,” he said. “Tried distracting myself from the misery with intervals and a movie. Worked in some respects, didn’t in others.”
Up Weirdcliffe way, Hal Walter was dealing with single-digit temps, wind, and writer’s block in what he called “the worst winter in recent memory.”
He was also keeping a weather eye out for unwelcome company. When I asked what made those tracks, he replied, “Something that could eat you.”
Me, I was making my own tracks. I put on my sailin’ shoes — along with fleece-lined tights, two Patagucci long-sleeved shirts, an old ShaverSport wind jacket, tuque, and gloves — and lumbered off into a strong southerly wind that bore nary a whiff of sun-splashed desert.
I hit some sort of weirdo thermocline just past the turnaround and set about unzipping this and unbuttoning that. But by the time I’d left the trail and hit the short paved stretch leading home I was freezing my huevos off again.
It wasn’t what I’d call fun, but it was exercise, and some days that’s enough. Still, if you must run, don’t forget to take your Little Feat with you.
Doctor, doctor, well, I feel so bad
This is the worst day I ever had
He said, Have you this misery a very long time?
Well, if you ill, I’ll lay it on the line
You’ve got to put on your sailin’ shoes
Put on your sailing shoes
Everyone will start to cheer
When you put on your sailin’ shoes
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Damn! This Chinese Hoax is really messing with folks. There’s a cold (which is of course relative) blast supposed to come down our way for the weekend too.
Meanwhile I just walked over to our favorite bulk wine place and came back with 3 liter jugs of pretty decent for everyday Piedirosso (red) and Fiano (white)… for about $15 US.
And some people still wonder why we moved here?
I ain’t wondering why!
Serious runners strangle those mountain lions when they get in the way.
Meanwhile, it’s snowing big time down here, but it is not sticking to the road yet. I’m going to try and convince the weather gods to send this shit East to New Mexico. And if you are on I-40 heading West to Flagstaff, you might want to stop for the night at Rancho Pendejo and ask the Mad Dog if there is any chili con carne and cornbread left.
I done et the last of the chili yesterday and the cornbread will be 86’d today. I am contemplating another tureen of green chile stew, though.
Flagstaff is in the shit. Broke one record yesterday (31.6 inches) and may get another today (51 inches).
Reminds me of my sales rep daze. They flew me out to somewhere in AZ to pick up an ex-salesman’s car and then on to my usual accounts in Lost Wages. Dumb guy from SoCal shows up in shorts and a polo shirt to be met with snow and freezing rain!!! Sicily is as desert-y as I wanna get these daze.
There’s a bit in “The Milagro Beanfield War” that describes when Brooklynite Herbie Goldfarb comes to live in Milagro.
Right now it’s 25 at El Rancho Pendejo, and we have about three inches of snow on the deck, with an easterly wind that is not doing us any favors at all.
It dropped down here to a “high” of 3 C with flakes of snow blowing in the gale-force winds – so no cycling for us.
Instead we’ll continue with CycleItalia’s Great Pizza Shootout. It’s a tough life here but someone’s gotta get up and make the Fulbright Scholar’s cappuccino in the morning! But next week its back to Sicily for more “fun” with the immigration folks.
If you are stuck indoors today, let Bill Frisell and Thomas Morgan mellow you out. Love that jazz guitar sound.
https://www.npr.org/2019/02/22/696623527/bill-frisell-and-thomas-morgan-finesse-the-iconic-theme-you-only-live-twice
Good on ya, PO’G! I banged out 0+50 indoors here on the trainer as I watched the forecast evolve to 3-7 inches of snow and winds of 40 mph here tonight/tomorrow in the Bibleburg environs. Thanks Paddy O’B, me boyo! 🙂
I’m also thinking snowmobiles for the animals as I pretend to be Noah.
Speaking of Noah, as someone once said:”Need an ark to save two of every animal? I Noah guy”. 🙂