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Thursday Oct 19, 2017 #
4 PM
biking - dark blue bike 1:17:48 [2] 15.95 mi (4:53 / mi) +328ft 4:47 / mi
weight:138.5lbs
Well, if I wasn't already, I certainly was in the ranks of the stupid today. Fell off my bike for the third time this year. Speed at the moment was about the same as the other two times, well under 1 mph, but a fall is still a fall. Because of the way my right foot points, I have a harder time unclipping on that side, and once again that was the side I went down on. Hip is a little sore, but no damage.
Other then that it was a fun and interesting ride.
Started off just as multiple sirens were going off, so headed in their direction. About a third of a mile towards town a car was now parked in a driveway where it wasn't supposed to be, having gotten there by destroying half the hedge in front of the house. But no harm to anyone, the driver slept through the whole thing.
Chat with folks for a few minutes (the farmer who plows our driveway lives next door, and he and his wife were taking in the scene), then move on. Plan for the day was slow and easy and also exploring a few back "roads" in the area.
Before long I was in mountain bike mode for not quite a mile (this is when I fell off, didn't see a patch of loose sand under the leaves, suddenly the front wheel was going sideways), checking out the start of one of the roads up the mountain.
Then out to the flats, first a visit to a recent subdivision (all paved), then headed down a farm road to see if I could get over to the main road (116). At one point I was following a pick-up, and then the farm road stopped, and he stopped. And he inquired, perhaps with a touch of hostility, what I was doing there, but after a bit of conversation he was telling me how to get over to 116 via his cousin's land, all very friendly.
Rode off from there, thinking I wonder how differently that would have gone if I had been black (or maybe I never would have gone exploring in the first place).
Meanwhile I'd flushed a pheasant, reminded me it was hunting season. Within a few minutes I was out at 116, three cars parked there, three men, two dogs, all wearing orange. Out looking for pheasant...
Turned back toward Sunderland, then over to River Road, then another farm road. Got me right over to the river, but then the road ended. Thought I could just ride north along the edge of the last field, looked like some winter rye was planted there, maybe 6" high. I got about 50', the soil was loose and deep, and I quickly ground to a halt. But successfully unclipped!
Back to River Road, a bit more meandering, eventually one more short bit of farm road over to the river. And then home with about 5 minutes to spare before it would be getting too dark to ride.
Perfect. Except for the fall, stupid.
Other then that it was a fun and interesting ride.
Started off just as multiple sirens were going off, so headed in their direction. About a third of a mile towards town a car was now parked in a driveway where it wasn't supposed to be, having gotten there by destroying half the hedge in front of the house. But no harm to anyone, the driver slept through the whole thing.
Chat with folks for a few minutes (the farmer who plows our driveway lives next door, and he and his wife were taking in the scene), then move on. Plan for the day was slow and easy and also exploring a few back "roads" in the area.
Before long I was in mountain bike mode for not quite a mile (this is when I fell off, didn't see a patch of loose sand under the leaves, suddenly the front wheel was going sideways), checking out the start of one of the roads up the mountain.
Then out to the flats, first a visit to a recent subdivision (all paved), then headed down a farm road to see if I could get over to the main road (116). At one point I was following a pick-up, and then the farm road stopped, and he stopped. And he inquired, perhaps with a touch of hostility, what I was doing there, but after a bit of conversation he was telling me how to get over to 116 via his cousin's land, all very friendly.
Rode off from there, thinking I wonder how differently that would have gone if I had been black (or maybe I never would have gone exploring in the first place).
Meanwhile I'd flushed a pheasant, reminded me it was hunting season. Within a few minutes I was out at 116, three cars parked there, three men, two dogs, all wearing orange. Out looking for pheasant...
Turned back toward Sunderland, then over to River Road, then another farm road. Got me right over to the river, but then the road ended. Thought I could just ride north along the edge of the last field, looked like some winter rye was planted there, maybe 6" high. I got about 50', the soil was loose and deep, and I quickly ground to a halt. But successfully unclipped!
Back to River Road, a bit more meandering, eventually one more short bit of farm road over to the river. And then home with about 5 minutes to spare before it would be getting too dark to ride.
Perfect. Except for the fall, stupid.