Wisterical.
You know it’s spring in New Mexico when (a) you have to water the wisteria and (2) the wind is blowing about a jillion miles per hour.
Nonetheless, Ride Your Own Damn Bike™ continues with a vengeance. Since I ran out of review machinery I’ve been on the Voodoo Nakisi, Co-Motion Divide Rohloff, Nobilette, Bianchi Zurigo and Soma Double Cross (this last for a grocery run).
Today it was Sam Hillborne’s turn. Didn’t quite beat the wind home, but in New Mexico if you don’t ride in the wind, you’ll never leave home.
I suppose I should be following the adventures of Douche Baggins in “Lard of the Rings,” but I just can’t seem to warm up to Frodo’s ne’er-do-well cousin and his trouser stains from New Hobbiton. They make the Sackville-Bagginses look like the Kennedys.
Tags: Bianchi Zurigo Disc, Co-Motion Divide Rohloff, Nobilette, Sam Hillborne, Soma Double Cross, Voodoo Nakisi
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March 29, 2019 at 6:39 pm |
Nipped out for a ride to the post office since the forecasted rain stayed in Ohio where it belongs. Only an 8 mile round trip jaunt yet it felt good to cruise along on the Joe Appaloosa on those hefty 44’s. But if you scratch around in the yard you’d realize the ground is still frozen underneath so’s best not think about spring charging in with flowers a blazin. Another month and it should be for real. Spring that is.
March 30, 2019 at 6:58 am |
Even a short one is a good one. The leisurely roll I took to the grocery on the Double Cross was big fun. I really need to do that more often. It’s too bloody easy to turn a key and burn the dino wine.
March 29, 2019 at 7:43 pm |
If bullshit were dollars, the asshole might be a rich as he claims he is. But who can believe the claims? Fake presdident.
Sorry Herb, but spring is happening here, big time. I know spring is here when Hurben complains that his sandal tan lines are fading.
March 30, 2019 at 12:08 am |
Sorry Pat, still shorts & sandals time down here so you may have to wait a while, I’ll let you know.
March 30, 2019 at 8:08 am |
Hurben: Enjoy!! 🙂
Now getting 3-4 inches of the white stuff here in the Bibleburg area. Looks like an outside snow removal and indoor trainer kind of day.
March 30, 2019 at 8:48 am |
O, ’tis a globe-spanning shower of readers we have here, from sandals to snowshoes.
I hope we’re over winter here in the Duke City, but I have my doubts. There’s a chance of rain and/or snow tomorrow, and this morning’s temp was 20 degrees below yesterday’s.
Begor, I’ve had to pull me pants on so.
March 30, 2019 at 2:06 am |
Thanks for reminding me of another Iowa “feature” I don’t miss. WIND. Never a f–king tailwind, seemingly always either in your face or trying to blow you off the road sideways and sandblasting (I guess it’s dirt from the farmland really) you at the same time.
Bike riders who were born there are tough SOB’s, I think I would have taken up some other hobby/sport if I’d been born there.
March 30, 2019 at 7:00 am |
Wind. Bah. We hates it forever. It was always a factor in early season training and racing in Colorado and New Mexico. If you lost the wheel at Buckeye outside Fort Collins — basically a big square circuit open to the wind on all sides — you were screwed.
Charles Pelkey claims to love it, but then he’s from Wyoming.
March 30, 2019 at 8:26 am |
Think we are alone with Mr. Wind? Try riding into the Trade Winds. I lost a wheel on a Dick Evans race after towing a couple of our team’s elite women riders back up to the peloton following a wheel mishap. Being a Cat IV, I considered myself rolling support for the better riders. I got them connected somewhere between Kahuku and Laie but promptly blew up and watched the peloton get smaller and smaller ahead of me. That was the kiss of death. Yeah, I finished, totally exhausted and well off the pack and about halfway down the finisher list, but had to fight the wind all the way to Makapuu.