Unwanted neighbors

I’ve had a spider living in my shifter for roughly a month. Each night he builds a huge web around my handle bars, shifters, bike lights and bell. Each morning I grab my “spider stick” and rip away all of his hard work.

But I’m sick of it.

So I’m declaring tomorrow “National Eradicate the Bike Spider” Day.

No, National Eradicate the Bike Spider Day can’t be today. Today is National Bike to Work Day.

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Perspective

The other day, Mike and I were riding our bikes when a guy carrying a long stick carelessly walked out in front of him.

Thankfully, Mike has cat-like reflexes and was able to deftly swerve and miss the pedestrian.

Despite the catastrophe’s avoidance, Mike was about to verbalize his considerable irritation in this man’s direction, when he realized what the guy’s stick was for.

He was blind.

Oops.

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Self-realization

It’s always a self-deprecating moment when you scream over something that’s much smaller and a whole lot deader than yourself.

Let’s be honest. The flattened snake I pedaled next to on this morning’s bike ride was in no way a threat, but that didn’t stop me from inadvertently letting loose a loud “Ah” when I saw it.

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Accidental indiscretion

This guy would never be caught dead with worn out bike shorts. Pic of Andy Schleck by Petit Brun on Flickr.

Turns out that wearing the same pair of spandex bike shorts for four years–especially when it’s your only pair of bike shorts and you ride pretty frequently–causes them to get a bit, er, thinner, in the lower butt region.

Sorry to those of you out there who’ve seen more of my backside than you ever wanted to.

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Accepting (the Boulder) reality

Coming back from my run this morning I saw a guy going out for ride not on his bicycle, but on his unicycle.

It wasn't this guy, but I wouldn't be surprised if this guy lives in Boulder. Pic by Martin Vidner.

And he was pretty ripped (although not quite as ripped as Mr. Soltys).

I went over the awesomeness of my being that buff and momentarily contemplated picking up unicycling as a hobby.

But then I realized that that was never, ever going to happen.

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