Any injury that impairs your ability to ride, whether long-term or short-term, must be taken seriously, as Princess Amanda can surely attest. Follow your doctor’s advice and start rehabbing as soon as the doc allows.
Before long, you’ll be “Back in the Saddle Again!” And that ain’t no joke. 🤪 (rim shot, with apologies to the late, great Gen…[Read more]
Once again, I’ll be offline for the next 10 days, visiting 3 Woo daughters/SIL and 5 Grandwoos. Unfortunately, internet access and cell service is spotty to nonexistent where I’m going, so here is one clean joke to TIDE you over until I return.
You might be a cycling addict if:
– you think nothing of wearing your bright neon, rai…[Read more]
– you don’t think twice about going to work wearing a pair of old, beat-up biking shoes with your three-piece business suit, because they are more comfortable and fit better than your fancy dress shoes.
🤪 (rim shot)
– you stop begging your spouse for a new bike, using every argument you can think of to justify the cost, and just go out and by the darn thing anyway. Besides, it will all work out in the divorce settlement. 🤪 (rim shot)
Andy belonged to my bicycling club. The club was planning their summer adventure ride, one that had been on every member’s bucket list —- a cross-country ride from San Diego California to Miami Florida, with an optional swing down to Key West.
Andy was on the route-planning committee, while others worked on logistics, food supplies and other mis…[Read more]
Several months ago, before all of this COVID-19 stuff hit, my biking club went for a late-winter/early-spring ride. To our untrained eyes, the weather looked promising and we all anticipated a good ride, followed by a visit to our favorite tavern for some liquid warmth.
We’d ridden about 10 miles when, all of a sudden, a snow squall developed. T…[Read more]
If I were a betting man, I’d bet that your “Ship of the Desert” ran aground on a dune while sailing towards an oasis that was actually in the middle of a mirage. But I’m not a betting man. I think it got tired of riding in the back, because the view never changed. 🤪 (Rim shot)
Whenever I ride, I always carry a single Camelbak full of water. On rides in extreme heat and humidity, I carry two Camelbaks. I feel like either an Arabian camel or a Bactrian camel —- one hump or two!
Ride in peace! As Max Klinger said once in M*A*S*H, “May your camel spit nothing but dates!”
Tom and Jack were boyhood pals and next-door neighbors for many years. Growing up, they raised all types of Cain and got into no end of trouble. As kids, one of their favorite games was “Truth or Dare.” When they were teenagers and old enough to drive cars, they graduated to games of “Chicken” with oncoming motorists.
At the bicycle factory, all of the raw materials were turned into bicycle parts. Metal was rolled into tubes for the frame and then powder-coated in weird colors. Wires were drawn and sliced into spokes. Leather was cut into shapes for saddles. Other parts, like tires, tubes and pedals, were outsourced.
Oliver was an impressionable young kid who fell in with Jack and his gang of petty thieves. The gang specialized in shoplifting small, easily concealable items from stores, with the occasional foray into larger items that were left unattended outside in public places.
They often targeted big-box stores. Working in pairs and threesomes, one would…[Read more]