Cycling on one of the bike paths in Dayton. From Eastwood Metropark to the Main Street overpass in Moraine, near the old Cooper Tire factory. A little farther than last time, and I'm pretty sure much faster.
And I *finally* got to see the
Five Rivers Fountain spraying *from up close*. w00t! It was pretty cool. I actually rode through a sheet of falling water and it felt great. (Hot one today.)
I replaced my brake pads last night, and I put good ones on the front and cheap ones on the back. It was an attempt at not buying two expensive sets and finding they didn't fit. The results of the experiment show that the good ones are awesome, and the cheap ones suck, even though the good ones aren't even contacting the full surface of the rim---They'll need to wear in a bit. But I'll be buying another set of the good ones.
I again rode the folding clown bike. There is a definite speed penalty, but for convenience and training it's just awesome. I had another new creaking sound pop up, and I kept looking trying to localize the source, and using my foot to touch various bits that might be moving, but I couldn't figure it out.
Well, just after the turn-around, I stopped a few times to move the seat back up (long story), and as I started from a dead stop, my pedal foot *BOOM* hits the ground, I almost crash, and my pedal goes skidding across the bike path. My geek brain thought, "Crap, I broke a pedal shaft! How impossible is that?", and then I realized the pedal wasn't broken---it had just unscrewed itself from the crank ***and I hadn't noticed***. So---geek fail. Luckily, I had a little Park 32mm/15mm headset/pedal wrench in my bag. (The 15mm fits the axle nuts---I never expected to need a pedal wrench, and this bike's headset doesn't use a 32mm.) Anyway, the crank threads weren't too boogered up, and after a few tries and a bloody fingertip, the pedal went on nicely. Oh, and I checked the other side, and it was loose too.