...about bike commuting.
Today for me, it's the morning headwind that will be a tailwind for the ride home.
Yes, +1 on the morning headwind!! I've had weeks of morning tailwinds, today was an awesome break.
I love hearing woodpeckers in the trees as I ride past.
I love light misting drizzle. You still get credit for being hardcore, without getting soaked to the bone.
Knowing that no matter how tough of a day I have I still have my ride home to look forward to!
Have Bike, Will Travel
The smells of the morning trail just after the night's rain stops
Going down the other side of the freeway overpass.
"Difference between a well dressed cyclist riding a two wheeled bicycle and a badly dressed cyclist riding a Recumbent is only a-tire"
Some people got their head so far up their butt such that the only thing they hear is muffle when trying to explain anything to them! I only wish they take it out sometimes to smell the roses.
Seconded. (Arlington, TX , assuming the wind doesn't change direction)
going down the MUP late and stopping to watch the kits play by the railroad track. and most of the smells.
Torker Graduate, 288 rods a day without pub detours.
Riding by the river at night on a full moon. So peaceful.
This time of year, the smells of the spring tree flowers.
Yesterday I saw a bob cat. I was riding into the wind so it didn't smell me, and it was looking the other way. I didn't want to startle it so I yelled "Hey!" to startle it off of the road. I wish I could make friends with it.
Falls City, OR
1993 Rocky Mountain Fusion
2012 Fargo 2
Absolutely nothing. People talk to me; I can't hide away in my car, isolated from the world. It's hard work, I'm exhausted, sometimes I'm in pain, my heart nearly explodes, it's hard to carry very large things, I'm not skilled yet (barely ride one hand, no-hands for less than a second), and I don't have cleats on my combat boots (Belleville 770 ... thinking on getting a second pair half a size down for a better fit, and routing around on those to install SPDs with a waterproof seal via some Tool Dip). I have the commute from Hell: it's 7-9 miles long (depending on route--longer to avoid traffic in annoying places), I'm about 30% faster in my car, it's constant up and down hill, the roads haven't been maintained since they've been paved, and the drivers are all insane enough that I've developed racecar-driver-like reflexes when I'm driving my car just to survive (not to mention the ninja cyclists appearing directly in front of me at night time--you know I can stop faster without ABS than most people can stop with ABS?).
But why the hell would I let the little things stop me?
Own: 2010 GT Tachyon 3.0
Own: 2013 Trek Domane 2.0 + Revolution REV22 wheels
Today was my first commute in ages but so far:
Conspicuously thumping my chest with a fist as I cross an overpass with an endless stretch of commuter cars stuck helplessly on the freeway below me.
Fat is sweat, on the wrong side of your skin.
When II'm up and ready to go early. That didn't happen this morning, when I ended up unpacking, changing clothes and driving to work after that one last unexpected thing made me too late to ride.
* 2009 RANS XStream
* 2007 RANS Stratus XP
* 2006 Bacchetta Corsa
My Blog - uneasy-rider.com
They told me it's ok to post mileage over in the commuting forum, so you'll probably find me there these days.
When you hit your perfect pace and you can breathe hard indefinitely but never lose your wind.
That cold swig of water after a really intense part of a ride.
Doing little "drifts" with my back brake as I zoom down the Big Bertha hill at my local forest preserve
Passing cars on side streets and seeing the driver's face!
When a car blows past you only to get stuck at a string of stop signs, then waving as he gets blown past himself!
If it's peace you find in dying, and if dying time is near,
Just bundle up my coffin 'cause it's cold way down there!
*The sound of my tires running on freshly wet pavement.
*Seeing the same black squirrel around the same spot on the MUP every morning. I've named him Chip and say hi as I pass.
*The smell of fresh cut grass.
*Watching air traffic at National Airport.
*Riding at speed past lines of traffic jammed cars along the GW Pkwy and 14th St Bridge. Suckers!
Those among many many others...
for me, the ever-changing colors and moods of lake michigan. it's a HUGE body of open water, but it's not like the ocean. at times it can be a violent, dark steely gray accented with white caps with giant waves crashing into the shore, at other times an endless deep sky blue mirror stretching to the horizon. in the summer with algal blooms, it can take on a carribean-esque iridescent aqua marine. on cool fall mornings it can be shrouded behind an ethereal fog. in winter it's iced over in a desert of infinite white. in spring the thaw cracks the ice into innumerable patterns and designs, while winds pile it up into all manner of textured surfaces. and some days it's just a regular old lake - royal blue water, small little 1 foot waves, and a gentle cooling lake breeze.
i feel blessed to get to spend so much time with my lake everyday; chicago would kinda suck without it.
Last edited by Steely Dan; 05-16-11 at 12:35 PM.
The first rule: if you're riding a bike and not having fun, then you're doing it wrong.
I posted this on my blog in April of 2009, when I had a much longer commute that included some rural areas:
The sun warming my face
The goofy grin that comes with simple pleasure
A strong tailwind for much of the ride, pushing me faster toward home
The smooth sound of tires running over wet pavement
The fierce headwind and smattering of rain as I neared home
A short break to consume the contents of a water bottle
Ominous storm clouds in the distance
Birds riding the air currents near the edges of the storm
A full rainbow from horizon to horizon as I finish my ride
Fat is sweat, on the wrong side of your skin.
Busy streets that I'm not stuck in.
Don't believe everything you think.
- Just the simple pleasure of biking
- when other commuters smile back to me when there is an eye contact (I must admit that I tend to look at their bike first)
- The morning breeze
I love clear winter nights when I'm on the bike way before dawn, crest a little hill in the middle of nowhere, look up and see thousands of stars glittering in the sky. It's dizzying, and awesome. I usually pull over, so I can get a good look without falling. Winter evenings with a light snowfall are amazing too.
In the spring, I love riding through intensely green and yellow fields surrounded by mountains with fresh snow on top. I love peeling off the winter layers and feeling so light and fast again.
In the summer, I love spotting vivid rainbows after an evening thunderstorm. I love when I'm coming home at night so full of energy, I feel like I could just keep going on forever.
In the fall, I love clean cool mornings and *perfect* afternoons. My appreciation is heightened even more knowing these are the last perfect days before winter.