The Icicle Metric is next week, but I'm not sure I need to do it . . . I think I did it today.
Seriously, the weather today was wacko. That clipper system that dumped a ton of snow on the Midwest is passing us by; we're on the southern most edge (fortunately). Weather.com shows extensive rain and ice just over the Pennsylvania border. We haven't gotten any real precip today, but we've had some spits here and there -- anything from rain, to sleet, to huge snowflakes. It's sunny, then it's dark and threatening . . . and then sunny again.
I didn't go out until midafternoon - it was 46 degrees and breezy, but I needed to take a break from cleaning the shower with weapons-grade bathroom cleaner. (All these years I've been using this stuff and NOW the label says that it can be "harmful if absorbed through the skin"??) It was a quick ride - out Seneca and back, with a stop at Starbucks. I really hauled ass, and managed to break a 14 pace, for the first time this year since Florida.
On my way back, I saw a kid on a sidestreet, bouncing about on a pogo stick - how cool! I didn't know they still made those. I had one, once. My Dad bought it for me . . . and as was typical of my Dad, he bought one that he thought would be comfortable for HIM (never mind what I thought). It didn't have a bar at the top; it had a ball, about the size of a softball. I remember him telling me that he thought that would be easier to grip. Um, no, Dad. It wasn't.
Funny . . . I don't remember whatever happened to it. I probably tired of it quickly, and it ended up in the basement.
Speaking of sports equipment other than bikes . . . next month I begin inline skating lessons. I'm really looking forward to this; I loved rollerskating when I was a kid. Not only will skates give me an alternate way to tear down shared-use paths, they're much easier to pack. I want to take 'em to California, Illinois, wherever. Jeff can rent a bike, and I can skate. Rental bikes just do not fit me AT ALL. The few times I've rented 'em, I've been pretty miserable. Even in the Cotswolds -- cycling past impossibly cute thatched houses just isn't much fun when you nearly disfigure yourself every time you dismount.
Oh. Just kidding about the Icicle ride. We'll definitely do it, unless the weather sucks in a stupendous way.
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