Sunday I cleaned and lubed the Charge Plug drive train and squirted more lube into the 'brifters'. This morning it was just above freezing. The right (rear) shifter got stuck once in high gear. After jiggleing the shifter a few times it finally caught and behaved the rest of the ride in to work and the ride home.

I wanted to take the trail to trail again and started up the hill to the trail, but a quarter of the way up I say the flashing lights of the construction trucks. A few more yards revealed the tops of the traffic barricades blocking the way, same as Friday.

The bike pedaled a little easier and rolled a even better. I had also pumped the tires up past their 75psi Max to 85psi, same as the previous tires. On the repair stand the Plug's tires spin a crazy long time so I was curious to see what inflating these tires would do for ride-ability.

I took the trail to trail on the way home again since I can take it a little further to a major crossing by the housethat I knew was still open. It's an even steeper hill on the way to the trail, but I may take it tomorrow just to do it.

It fell dark halfway home. While I'm lit up in all directions, reflective and have a strong headlamp, there were so many cyclists and pedestrians and dog walkers without any lights or reflective wear or devices, although a few did. I rang my bell to alert walkers, but a couple of times I had to toot my horn as well, but by then I was getting close and the second time I scared a woman (not my intention) so I stopped and apologized. She said she didn't hear the bell, but despite being startled, she said she appreciated me wanting to warn her. I still felt bad. I think tomorrow I will forgo the bell and just hit the horn from a greater distance. That seems to work pretty well.

As I approached the blind chicane narrow underpass where the one homeless guy likes to lay on the path I honked the horn on the approach. Just then a super bright headlight exploded from around the chicane at high-speed on an e-bike. The underpass is now striped down the middle and I proceeded and encountered the homeless guy standing with his bedroll and wheelchair blocking the opposite lane where the e-bike would have been. But he would have had to swing into "my lane". Had we entered the underpass at the same time there would have been trouble. On the way out I honked again to alert any more oncoming traffic, but I waited until I was even with this guy, and then because I have heard him speaking Spanish in the past I yelled "No aqui!". He let loose an F-bomb, so I guess he also speaks English. After 8 months of interventions by various support and law enforcement groups to stop this guy from putting himself and others in danger I am out of patience.

Other than that it was a real contrast to last Friday's ride when I bonked three miles from home. I wouldn't say I was riding as strong as normal, but it was nice to feel some vitality back in my legs.