Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Saw my very own (BEfore I donated to the bike coop) virulent orange Cannondale back rack, with its tell-tale red Rube GOldberg made-by-Clyde "fender" (My high-mileage, high-knowledge frugal friend took scissors to an old plastic oil container (as in the quart kind... why don't we have a term for it?) and bolted it to the back of the thing so that it sticks out a few inches which was necessary today. I didn't see whether or not the bike had other fenders (I just gave the rack, not on a bike - it was on the red bike that went Xtra).
Had the weather channel on with the sound down, looked up adn thought "oh, one of those little side stories... what a funky lookin' guy... oh, wait, those are *bicycle wheels* in the background... and found the remote and got it rolling... and apparently it was a Chicago bike place (shop?) extolling the virtues of cold weather cycling :) THose folks in Atlanta had some technical questions and said stuff like "well, that's what they *say...*" (and Jim Cantore wanted the guy's weird glasses).
Now to go long my 21.2 miels for the day...
Had the weather channel on with the sound down, looked up adn thought "oh, one of those little side stories... what a funky lookin' guy... oh, wait, those are *bicycle wheels* in the background... and found the remote and got it rolling... and apparently it was a Chicago bike place (shop?) extolling the virtues of cold weather cycling :) THose folks in Atlanta had some technical questions and said stuff like "well, that's what they *say...*" (and Jim Cantore wanted the guy's weird glasses).
Now to go long my 21.2 miels for the day...