Ya gotta love Google.
Just got an e-mail from that search engine par excellence.
“Reminder: Triple Bypass tomorrow.”
Thoughtful, but really? How could I forget?
Triple Bypass reminder
Back in Boulder
So the first bike ride since returning to Boulder went pretty well.
I mean, the rain I ran into wasn’t great.
And the hail was a little irritating.
The wind (and all of the little bits of rock and grit it carried with it) was pretty strong, but it didn’t knock me over.
The thunder that reverberated through the sky was a little scary.
And then the smoke that I rode through coming from the fire that was caused by the lightning that struck only a few feet from the road–that probably wasn’t my favorite part of the ride.
But all in all, not bad.
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Self-esteem boost
I really think that anybody looking to lift their spirits should invest in road biking gear.
I can’t promise that you’ll be a good biker … in fact, you’ll likely be terrible your first few times out.
But the hip-hugging spandex shorts; the sick jersey with special pockets; the shoes that go clip-clop, clip-clop; the sunglasses that make you resemble Neo from The Matrix …
And then there’s the bike: shiny paint, sleek geometry, streamlined construction … awesome.
It doesn’t matter how many rolls are visible through the too-tight apparel or if you actually bought your sunglasses on sale at Walmart … trust me. You’ll look cool.
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Biking with a smile
A couple days ago, I noticed something black in Mike’s teeth.
I looked at him more closely, a bit confused. I knew he hadn’t recently eaten a kiwi fruit or a poppy seed muffin.
So I looked again.
And I noticed a couple of wings jutting out from what I now realized was an ebony body.
Augh. A bug.
I gasped, thoroughly grossed out, and pointed out the protein he had lodged between two of his teeth.
“Oh,” he laughed. “That’s how you know I’m a happy biker.”
Touché.
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Springtime foes and water woes
Spring is springing here in Boulder.
Sure, the weather’s warming and the robin has returned.
Arguably the best indicator, however, is the recent reappearance of the sprinkler … something I was made aware of just this morning.
No, I didn’t just see it; I rode my little red bicycle right through it’s jet stream.
See, for all of the participants in and graduates from higher education who live here, it seems that the difference between cement, asphalt and grass remains a mystery.
Similarly, for all of those environmental Nazis, er, advocates, you’d think that they’d be concerned enough about wasting water to at least direct the sprinkler’s water flow in the direction of something that’s some hue of green.
Alas.
I love Boulder’s summer months, but the sprinkler conundrum continues to miff me.
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Ego boost
Just played chicken with a squirrel while on my bike … I won.