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i left the lab for a solid period of time today. rode one stop on my old trusty steed of days gone by, the D. got off at West 4th, ran one self-created errand, and then just wandered the west village with a coffee. offered to deliver one to my friend/former chiropractor, but did not hear a response from him. oh, well - i tried to be generous and kind... these things are often misunderstood when it's female-to-male, and i wonder why. i like to think that if i keep acting as i feel, people will finally realize, "oh, that's just how she is", and it won't be weird or whatever they seem to think it is.
presentation to create for tomorrow. blah.
going to take up bicycling. ordered a pair of oh-so-flattering padded bike pants. Pearl Izumi "Sugar Knickers". the name alone is worth it. my best friend bought me a cycling shirt, because she insists that i must wear proper gear. i picked one off the sale rack that has the Michelin Man on it, because if I'm to wear spandex, at least i'll always feel thinner than him - a big white blob with 5 "spare tires" around him. ha.
the bicycle will need to be tested and purchased. will have to bring my old one to my parents' house - a Trek from 7th grade with Beastie Boys stickers on it. it was the envy of everyone in school when i got it - who else had an $800 mountain bike in 1995, in Hunterdon County? no one. i just got it because my brother said it was a good one, and worth asking the birthday gods for.
all this equipment to ride a bike. i remember freshman year of college, with the bike messenger crowd - we'd go to the salvation army and pick out some old roadbike for $20. curled handlebars i could barely reach. ride like the wind! now it's all about a thousand dollars worth of equipment.
"did you know your bike loses 5cc of air every ___ days? so pump it and gauge it before each ride." made me think of being a kid, and pulling the bike out of the garage, and just taking off. you didn't fill the tires until they were so flat, you could feel the rim with just a light squeeze. then you call. "Daaa-aaad!" and he'd bring out the compressor. "Ok, bring me everything. let's do it all at once. pool rafts, beach balls, soccer balls, bikes, dirtbike tires- give me everything."
so maybe i'll be loaded down with new gear, (and bills for said gear), but maybe it'll be just as fun as it was in middle school.
this past summer, i was at our family's cabin in finland, and i pulled out my aunt's 1965 Rollfast bike. weighed about a ton. my father found a bike pump in one of the old barns, and got me set up. barefoot in jeans and a tshirt, i was HAULING up and down the dirt roads. hills of gravelly danger, with STEEP ravines of Finland's native boulders as far as the eye could see. no helmet, feel flung out to the sides, no worries of a TBI. i think i will remember that for the rest of my life.
presentation to create for tomorrow. blah.
going to take up bicycling. ordered a pair of oh-so-flattering padded bike pants. Pearl Izumi "Sugar Knickers". the name alone is worth it. my best friend bought me a cycling shirt, because she insists that i must wear proper gear. i picked one off the sale rack that has the Michelin Man on it, because if I'm to wear spandex, at least i'll always feel thinner than him - a big white blob with 5 "spare tires" around him. ha.
the bicycle will need to be tested and purchased. will have to bring my old one to my parents' house - a Trek from 7th grade with Beastie Boys stickers on it. it was the envy of everyone in school when i got it - who else had an $800 mountain bike in 1995, in Hunterdon County? no one. i just got it because my brother said it was a good one, and worth asking the birthday gods for.
all this equipment to ride a bike. i remember freshman year of college, with the bike messenger crowd - we'd go to the salvation army and pick out some old roadbike for $20. curled handlebars i could barely reach. ride like the wind! now it's all about a thousand dollars worth of equipment.
"did you know your bike loses 5cc of air every ___ days? so pump it and gauge it before each ride." made me think of being a kid, and pulling the bike out of the garage, and just taking off. you didn't fill the tires until they were so flat, you could feel the rim with just a light squeeze. then you call. "Daaa-aaad!" and he'd bring out the compressor. "Ok, bring me everything. let's do it all at once. pool rafts, beach balls, soccer balls, bikes, dirtbike tires- give me everything."
so maybe i'll be loaded down with new gear, (and bills for said gear), but maybe it'll be just as fun as it was in middle school.
this past summer, i was at our family's cabin in finland, and i pulled out my aunt's 1965 Rollfast bike. weighed about a ton. my father found a bike pump in one of the old barns, and got me set up. barefoot in jeans and a tshirt, i was HAULING up and down the dirt roads. hills of gravelly danger, with STEEP ravines of Finland's native boulders as far as the eye could see. no helmet, feel flung out to the sides, no worries of a TBI. i think i will remember that for the rest of my life.