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05-06-04, 01:57 AM
I think I am posting in the wrong forum.
Yes I ride my bike to work, and I ride my bike home. But what I did yesterday and then again tonight on the ride home, well, this isn't commuting. I just don't know what to call it.
Yesterday I rode to work, but added a truck load of miles, turning a normal 23-25 mile commute into 42 miles, and went through the first few hours of work buzzed. Tonight I added 7 miles with a couple killer hills to the night commute, it was just that type of night, where there was an almost full moon, a southern breeze, it was humid, and warm for a change, and I'd get to a crossroads, and ask which way, and find myself heading in a different direction.
When I did finally get on the straight narrow Greenway that puts me 7 miles from home, I put my elbows on the areobar pads, and kicked it up a notch, wish it wasn't quite so dark cause I would really have liked to see my splits for that straight stretch of asphalt that at 1:30 in the morning is desolate, and just made for wide open leg ripping spinning. I did 30 miles in what it usually takes me on my fixed gear to do 25 miles, and now I'm too jazzed to go to bed.
THIS IS NOT COMMUTING. There has to be a place for me, a rubber room with an I love me jacket.
Yes I ride my bike to work, and I ride my bike home. But what I did yesterday and then again tonight on the ride home, well, this isn't commuting. I just don't know what to call it.
Yesterday I rode to work, but added a truck load of miles, turning a normal 23-25 mile commute into 42 miles, and went through the first few hours of work buzzed. Tonight I added 7 miles with a couple killer hills to the night commute, it was just that type of night, where there was an almost full moon, a southern breeze, it was humid, and warm for a change, and I'd get to a crossroads, and ask which way, and find myself heading in a different direction.
When I did finally get on the straight narrow Greenway that puts me 7 miles from home, I put my elbows on the areobar pads, and kicked it up a notch, wish it wasn't quite so dark cause I would really have liked to see my splits for that straight stretch of asphalt that at 1:30 in the morning is desolate, and just made for wide open leg ripping spinning. I did 30 miles in what it usually takes me on my fixed gear to do 25 miles, and now I'm too jazzed to go to bed.
THIS IS NOT COMMUTING. There has to be a place for me, a rubber room with an I love me jacket.