when I hold the handlebars the world belongs to me
Bike log for June (first entry): 202 miles
In June I biked just over 200 miles (it might be 205, as I vaguely recall not setting my counter early enough in the day on June 1, but I don't remember clearly now, so I'll call it 202). This is my base for comparison, I guess. It didn't include much other than work commuting, a few trips downtown, and a couple appointments just across the river on the South Side. All of it in Pittsburgh, all on my bike.
No incidents, although I did watch a cop run a stop sign in front of me while he was talking on his cell phone (he slowed, but didn't give me my right of way). Plenty of deer, rabbits, and groundhogs spotted in Schenley Park.
Many compliments on my helmet, most of them while I was biking at Open Streets.
Got a minor brake tuneup from Kindred on a whim. Accidentally acquired the mechanic's greaserag in return. Oops? I suspect they don't need it back.
The hills on my now-regular commute route are no longer horrible (although they are still a good workout). In exchange, my growing thigh muscles are once again starting to stretch some of my pants. This is annoying. At least I started with super skinny legs, and so more muscular legs means they're only slightly more bulky than normal. I can still find clothes that fit; it's just a little harder. OTOH, I've started appreciating tights and skirts more.
In June I biked just over 200 miles (it might be 205, as I vaguely recall not setting my counter early enough in the day on June 1, but I don't remember clearly now, so I'll call it 202). This is my base for comparison, I guess. It didn't include much other than work commuting, a few trips downtown, and a couple appointments just across the river on the South Side. All of it in Pittsburgh, all on my bike.
No incidents, although I did watch a cop run a stop sign in front of me while he was talking on his cell phone (he slowed, but didn't give me my right of way). Plenty of deer, rabbits, and groundhogs spotted in Schenley Park.
Many compliments on my helmet, most of them while I was biking at Open Streets.
Got a minor brake tuneup from Kindred on a whim. Accidentally acquired the mechanic's greaserag in return. Oops? I suspect they don't need it back.
The hills on my now-regular commute route are no longer horrible (although they are still a good workout). In exchange, my growing thigh muscles are once again starting to stretch some of my pants. This is annoying. At least I started with super skinny legs, and so more muscular legs means they're only slightly more bulky than normal. I can still find clothes that fit; it's just a little harder. OTOH, I've started appreciating tights and skirts more.