Joe, you drive a bus? AWESOME. I missed my pre-Covid bus commute so much I bought a bus of my own… :) Sold now, and I’m back on the GGT several times a week. Next week I’m going to start bringing my Quickbeam and riding partway.
On Tuesdays I want to get off the bus and join our big Taco Tuesday ride, but I need festive lights. I roll through Lake County on Hwy 29/53/20 several times a month - I’ll keep my eyes peeled for your bus! Philip Sonoma County / Nevada County On Thursday, August 8, 2024 at 2:27:56 PM UTC-7 Jay wrote: > The part about riding in the dark, the pit, the beam, I was reading on the > edge of my seat wondering if it all ended in a bloody mess. Glad it didn't > ;-) > > On Thursday, August 8, 2024 at 5:21:57 PM UTC-4 Joe Bernard wrote: > >> I was wilding on my bus today. Sheer mayhem!!! 💥💥💥 >> >> On Thursday, August 8, 2024 at 12:44:44 PM UTC-7 Steve wrote: >> >>> Linguistic scholars recognize that the meanings associated with words >>> often evolve over time, with the changes being driven by culture. Leah, >>> as far as I'm concerned, you have nudged the definition of "wilding" toward >>> a new meaning. >>> >>> I say, right on, far out and totally cool, it's time to get down and >>> dirty with some righteous WILDING !!! >>> On Thursday, August 8, 2024 at 1:51:35 PM UTC-4 George Schick wrote: >>> >>>> A year or two ago there was a thread involving the problems associated >>>> with the placement of a long wheel based bikes on the front of urban >>>> buses. >>>> Joe chimed in to offer his expertise on the discussion because he is a >>>> city >>>> bus driver (not sure which city). So I posted a reply intending to be >>>> humorous, asking him if it would be OK if I referred to him as Ralph >>>> Kramden, a character in an old 1950's comedy series in which Jackie >>>> Gleason >>>> played the part of a NYC bus driver in the sitcom. He got the spirit of >>>> that label right away and said it would be fine with him. So I use it >>>> whenever it seems appropriate in a blog thread. >>>> >>>> On Thursday, August 8, 2024 at 12:33:11 PM UTC-5 Bicycle Belle Ding >>>> Ding! wrote: >>>> >>>>> Did you just call him Ralph Kramden? I had to look that up, but seems >>>>> mean-spirited. Well, you have to look at yourself in the mirror every day >>>>> and live with that, George. If I’m misunderstanding , I apologize. >>>>> Leah >>>>> >>>>> On Aug 8, 2024, at 1:18 PM, George Schick <bhi...@gmail.com> wrote: >>>>> >>>>> I'm not surprised to see an affirmation from Ralph Kramden. I was >>>>> only trying to advise caution because some people may get the wrong >>>>> impression by the use of that term. >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> On Thursday, August 8, 2024 at 12:09:13 PM UTC-5 Joe Bernard wrote: >>>>> >>>>>> Leah if you want to go on a violent rampage I say party on, sister. >>>>>> Who am I to judge??! 🤷 >>>>>> >>>>>> On Thursday, August 8, 2024 at 9:42:31 AM UTC-7 Bicycle Belle Ding >>>>>> Ding! wrote: >>>>>> >>>>>>> That cut off. It was supposed to say, It’s the only wilding I’ve >>>>>>> ever done in my life, let me have this! >>>>>>> >>>>>>> On Aug 8, 2024, at 12:29 PM, Leah Peterson <jonasa...@gmail.com> >>>>>>> wrote: >>>>>>> >>>>>>> >>>>>>> Oh George, you just let me live! It’s all the more >>>>>>> >>>>>>> >>>>>>> On Aug 8, 2024, at 12:15 PM, George Schick <bhi...@gmail.com> wrote: >>>>>>> >>>>>>> Umm...I don't think I'd refer to it as a "wilding" if I were you. >>>>>>> Here is the standard definition for that term: >>>>>>> >>>>>>> https://www.google.com/search?q=wilding&oq=wilding&aqs=chrome..69i57j0i512j46i10i131i433i512j0i10i131i433i512j46i10i512j0i512l2j46i512l2j0i512.3080j0j15&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8 >>>>>>> The Urban Dictionary is even more explicit. >>>>>>> >>>>>>> >>>>>>> On Thursday, August 8, 2024 at 10:10:59 AM UTC-5 Bicycle Belle Ding >>>>>>> Ding! wrote: >>>>>>> >>>>>>>> I did it again. I went to that crazy Wed night Grand Rapids ride. >>>>>>>> From now on I’m calling it “wilding.” As in, “I am going wilding! See >>>>>>>> you >>>>>>>> way past bedtime!” I think that’s a real term, I might be >>>>>>>> misappropriating >>>>>>>> it, but it sounds fantastic and suits my purposes. >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> I arrive at the city park a little early and watch the crowd roll >>>>>>>> up. The wheelie crowd is right on time, careening around on rear >>>>>>>> wheels and >>>>>>>> making everyone nervous. A wide variety of bikes are in attendance. We >>>>>>>> have >>>>>>>> a massive turnout, 121 riders, just awesome to behold. J is leading, >>>>>>>> and he >>>>>>>> brings this: >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> [image: image0.jpeg][image: image1.jpeg] >>>>>>>> You can see here that cleanliness is very important to him, and >>>>>>>> that he does mostly tame rides and so we would have nothing to fear >>>>>>>> since >>>>>>>> he planned tonight’s route. >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> Here is my bike, demure and innocent, having its first adventures >>>>>>>> amongst all these GR rabble rousers. >>>>>>>> [image: image2.jpeg] >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> It is 8:30pm. We set off and a new group makes its appearance. I >>>>>>>> call them The Jumpers. They have full suspension bikes with names like >>>>>>>> Salsa on them and when we go up a ramp, they ride up the stairs. They >>>>>>>> fly >>>>>>>> off ledges and drop back into the group and scare this nurse half to >>>>>>>> death. >>>>>>>> They launch their bikes and sashay through the air and hope everyone >>>>>>>> is >>>>>>>> watching. The Jumpers are wilding the hardest. >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> I quickly realize that the middle-back is the place to be. Away >>>>>>>> from The Kids and The Jumpers. I want to ride by J, but I also want to >>>>>>>> go >>>>>>>> home by private vehicle, not ambulance. >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> We block intersections and ride through red lights; drivers submit >>>>>>>> to all of this. No honking or threatening behavior. Just tolerance for >>>>>>>> 121 >>>>>>>> bikes and riders wending through their streets. We ride through >>>>>>>> neighborhoods (only one crash!), and then along the aptly-named Grand >>>>>>>> River. Everyone stares at us, a massive clot of bikes, moving along >>>>>>>> the >>>>>>>> path. We get to a pavilion where everyone chats in a haze of pot smoke >>>>>>>> and >>>>>>>> beer drinking. I drink my usual electrolyte water; I need my wits >>>>>>>> about me. >>>>>>>> Three men come to ogle my Platypus. They are into all the custom >>>>>>>> colored >>>>>>>> bits. One of them is Velocity USA’s anodizer; here is the man who >>>>>>>> anodized >>>>>>>> my rims! >>>>>>>> [image: image3.jpeg] >>>>>>>> It turns out, he is my bike twin. I am jealous of the blue metal >>>>>>>> flake in his purple paint job. I didn’t think someone could >>>>>>>> out-sparkle me, >>>>>>>> but he’s done it. >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> [image: image4.jpeg] >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> Isn’t it scary how much we have in common? >>>>>>>> [image: image5.jpeg] >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> At 10pm, good and dark out, we set off. Here was the description of >>>>>>>> the ride: “…We‘ll head back to the Monarch via a less level and less >>>>>>>> paved >>>>>>>> route, so if you’re heading back with us, bring some tires!” >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> WHAT COULD GO WRONG. >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> It is the black of night. We are in the middle of nowhere. There >>>>>>>> are animals in the woods. We are behind a factory of some kind. The >>>>>>>> parking >>>>>>>> lot is dirt and full of pot holes. Now there is no road, no buildings. >>>>>>>> We >>>>>>>> are in the woods, riding over tall grass. We can see a few feet in >>>>>>>> front of >>>>>>>> us, we cannot see the ground through the grass. I am praying not to >>>>>>>> land in >>>>>>>> a hole. Now we are in sandy soil, with deep ruts in it. I am thanking >>>>>>>> my >>>>>>>> lucky stars that I went with 48mm Gravel Kings. The group is beginning >>>>>>>> to >>>>>>>> split as different people set different paces for this terrain. Now we >>>>>>>> are >>>>>>>> in rocky dirt with tall grass and brush growing up through it. We are >>>>>>>> forced to dismount at times, squeeze through narrow spaces. We must >>>>>>>> lift >>>>>>>> our bikes up and over obstacles, hoping not to get hit from behind by >>>>>>>> other >>>>>>>> riders in the dark. I wonder how many ticks we have, and if I will get >>>>>>>> my >>>>>>>> first taste of poison ivy. But, I can’t worry about that now because I >>>>>>>> have >>>>>>>> to make it out of here alive first. >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> I end up at the front of my section. The riders directly behind me >>>>>>>> have no lights. We are counting on me, and my headlight is pointed too >>>>>>>> far >>>>>>>> down and I can’t lift it because it’s screwed tight. So we don’t have >>>>>>>> a lot >>>>>>>> of forward visibility. I see something in the dark. The ground starts >>>>>>>> to >>>>>>>> drop. “STOP STOP STOP! GET OFF YOUR BIKES!” I yell. Everyone behind me >>>>>>>> echoes this and I turn on my iPhone flashlight for better viewing. >>>>>>>> There is >>>>>>>> a pit just ahead, and an inches-wide beam we are going to have to >>>>>>>> traverse >>>>>>>> to get across. I can’t believe it. >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> To my left is one 6-8inch wide beam that stretches across a yawning >>>>>>>> pit. There is another to my right. We are high up enough that there >>>>>>>> are >>>>>>>> tree branches reaching across the way. We will use both beams to move >>>>>>>> everyone across. I have to lift my bike up onto the beam, step up and >>>>>>>> begin >>>>>>>> to inch across. The woman behind me lets forth a stream of cuss words. >>>>>>>> I >>>>>>>> can hear another woman who is protesting. We don’t have any choice but >>>>>>>> to >>>>>>>> traverse that wood. I resign myself to it, and I lift my Platypus and >>>>>>>> balance it on the beam. Like Simone Biles! Ok, fine, not Simone Biles. >>>>>>>> Looking for security, I grab for the branches as I wheel my bike by. >>>>>>>> If my >>>>>>>> bike goes over the edge, I’ll never get it out, I think. If I go over >>>>>>>> the >>>>>>>> edge, I’m also never getting out. A man is waiting on the far side. >>>>>>>> “You >>>>>>>> can do it! You’ve got the Platypus!” he calls. And I do it. Some men >>>>>>>> coax >>>>>>>> the riders behind me over the beam and we are on our way again. >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> The rest of the ride was tame in comparison. It ended at their >>>>>>>> watering hole and I pealed off for the park, where my truck was. I was >>>>>>>> nervous riding alone at 11 pm in downtown but after what I’d just >>>>>>>> survived, >>>>>>>> it didn’t seem so scary. I rode those 2 miles, wrestled the bike into >>>>>>>> the >>>>>>>> back of the Telluride, and made it home at midnight. >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> I don’t know why I do these rides - I’m terrified most of the time. >>>>>>>> But I will probably go back next week. It’s a good story, if nothing >>>>>>>> else. >>>>>>>> 🙃 >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> Leah >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> On Aug 3, 2024, at 12:30 PM, Jay <jason....@gmail.com> wrote: >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> Love that your teenagers waited up for you, and that you would >>>>>>>> ground them. Sounds like a fun ride! >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>> On Friday, August 2, 2024 at 1:58:44 PM UTC-4 Bicycle Belle Ding >>>>>>>> Ding! wrote: >>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> Bill, you get me. Come to the east Michigan ride and we’ll both be >>>>>>>>> tipsy on life in The Shire! >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> On Aug 2, 2024, at 12:49 PM, Bill Lindsay <tape...@gmail.com> >>>>>>>>> wrote: >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> "I was stone-cold sober" >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> I believe that she means that she didn't partake in any of the >>>>>>>>> party-lubricants. Still, Leah's brand of joie de vivre will never >>>>>>>>> qualify >>>>>>>>> in my book as stone-cold sober. Tipsy on life is closer. >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> BL in EC >>>>>>>>> P.S. APPROVE >>>>>>>>> On Thursday, August 1, 2024 at 3:41:10 PM UTC-7 Bicycle Belle Ding >>>>>>>>> Ding! wrote: >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> I have long wished to do the Grand Rapids Wednesday Evening Ride. >>>>>>>>>> My Riv buddy, J, co-leads it, and the routes are ever-changing and >>>>>>>>>> FUN. >>>>>>>>>> Maybe you storm the castle. Maybe you end up in a river. Wind up in >>>>>>>>>> a >>>>>>>>>> kickball tournament. It isn’t convenient - it’s an hour’s drive, and >>>>>>>>>> starts >>>>>>>>>> after 8pm. A ride that starts after 8!!! On a Wednesday! But >>>>>>>>>> those GR folks know how to do it. >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> Last night, I made it. Beginning in the heart of GR, we would >>>>>>>>>> ride a 16 mi route in urban and rural landscapes. A variety of bikes >>>>>>>>>> were >>>>>>>>>> represented; cobbled-together builds, vintage bikes, bikepacking and >>>>>>>>>> touring bikes, fixies, hybrids, whatever those bikes are that you >>>>>>>>>> ride on >>>>>>>>>> the rear wheel, and one Platypus. Not represented: high-tech carbon >>>>>>>>>> fiber/time trial bikes with roadies astride them. The reason would >>>>>>>>>> soon >>>>>>>>>> become apparent. >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> We set off. Bikes were all over the road. “The kids”, a group of >>>>>>>>>> teens who ride their rear wheels set themselves up as “blockers” so >>>>>>>>>> we >>>>>>>>>> could move through intersections. The drivers seemed unbothered. J >>>>>>>>>> said, >>>>>>>>>> “Leah, I forgot to tell you we are going to blow red lights. The >>>>>>>>>> police >>>>>>>>>> prefer we do so we stay in one group.” The ride has been going for >>>>>>>>>> 20 >>>>>>>>>> years, so I guess the drivers expect this. I did as I was told, >>>>>>>>>> casting >>>>>>>>>> nervous glances over my shoulder at J. >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> [image: image0.jpeg] >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> Most of my miles come from club rides. Club rides prize order, >>>>>>>>>> communication, pace, predictability. This ride was a free-for-all. >>>>>>>>>> Jubilant >>>>>>>>>> and raucous. Music blared from speakers strapped to frames. People >>>>>>>>>> sipped >>>>>>>>>> beer. The scent of weed hung in the air. The Kids zipped about on >>>>>>>>>> one >>>>>>>>>> wheel. We had two crashes in the first 20 minutes. I vacillated >>>>>>>>>> between >>>>>>>>>> having fun and feeling terrified. >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> One minute we were in the city, the next we were in the woods on >>>>>>>>>> a paved trail, bodies of water surrounding us. The sounds of the >>>>>>>>>> creatures >>>>>>>>>> in the woods were as loud as the music on the bikes. We sailed over >>>>>>>>>> bridges, veered off onto gravel, our giant band of bikes wending its >>>>>>>>>> way >>>>>>>>>> along the route. It was gorgeous. >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> [image: image1.jpeg] >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> We stopped at a giant pavilion, strung with outdoor lights, and >>>>>>>>>> rabblerousing ensued. People laughed and visited, music played, >>>>>>>>>> fireflies >>>>>>>>>> flickered overhead. At nearly 10 pm, in the pitch black of night, >>>>>>>>>> they >>>>>>>>>> mounted their bikes, got back on the trail and planned to end at a >>>>>>>>>> bar. >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> [image: image2.jpeg] >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> The woods felt like they were closing in on us. Like that scene >>>>>>>>>> in The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. It was THRILLING, and I smiled to >>>>>>>>>> myself in >>>>>>>>>> the dark. Suddenly there was yelling at the front and SLOWING….I >>>>>>>>>> couldn’t >>>>>>>>>> make out the word at first. SKUNK!!! An actual skunk was running >>>>>>>>>> along the >>>>>>>>>> path. We dared not pass him for fear of smelling more like skunk >>>>>>>>>> than the >>>>>>>>>> weed smoke had already done to us. >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> I skipped the bar; J rode me to my truck and helped me load my >>>>>>>>>> Platypus. The Platypus was perfect for this; chunky tires and >>>>>>>>>> compact size, >>>>>>>>>> front and rear dyno lights, resplendent in color and quite the >>>>>>>>>> conversation >>>>>>>>>> starter. >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> [image: image4.jpeg] >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> I got home at midnight; my teenagers were waiting up for me. If >>>>>>>>>> they had walked in the door smelling like I did, I’d have grounded >>>>>>>>>> them on >>>>>>>>>> the spot. >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> 10/10 would do again. >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>>> Note: I was stone-cold sober, putting TWO electrolyte tabs in my >>>>>>>>>> water was as wild as I got. 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