Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Was being end over end at Hogsback on Sunday. Bike went left, Clint went right... everything fine but I'm walking a little stiff and I'll get to pick out a new helmet. Clydesdales do not fall softly, but I think the trail will recover. Many cracks in helmet foam - none in head, which is how it is supposed to work. (and yes, my head is harder than any normal helmet.) Good thing I learned the barrell roll on TDK. I think it's time for a pugsley!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
I need big news to distract me from facing the reality that summer is over. So the announcement of the TDK 2010 Route is perfect timing. June 6 - 11, 2010 are the dates and the starting point is Elk Point with the grand finale day in Sisseton! And even better, we get a stopover night in Tea!
Do you think it's true that the black stripe on the woolly caterpillar indicates that severity of the coming winter? I've been seeing plenty of these little guys on the loop around Big Spirit. The thing is, I just can't say if the black stripe is thicker than usual or not. And what about the frogs? They seem to be trying to tell me something, and I'm trying to listen. I'll go out of my way to move out of the path of a frog or a woolly caterpillar. I'll share the road. Grasshoppers, on the other hand, not so much. They make a nice crunching sound under my wheel.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Here is the idea...this blog will be a place for anyone who cycles the IA Great Lakes to pedal on up. This could work to minimize unnecessary biking spam emails that have been the source of both amusement and frustration in days gone by.
I think we'll be able to fill the pages with great photos, best routes, tales of woe, epic rides, headwinds, tailwinds, road-rage rants---you name it!
...and a dark and story morning, too, as I walked down the stairs and promptly knocked over my bike (which was parked in the front hallway). Bike grease on the leg before 7:00 AM must mean it's going to be a good day, despite the rain.
It was still dark and still raining when I returned from taking my daughter to early morning practice. As I walked into the kitchen, my husband noticed the grease and asked in total seriousness, "Have you been biking?"
Twenty five years of marriage and I wonder, "How does he remain ever hopeful that someday I'll be the sort of person who actually would go biking in the early morning, in the dark, in the rain?"