Ride report made me smile! Pictures make me jealous! All we have here in California is gloomy dark days coming up ahead of us. I won't mind the snow that looks like fun to ride through. Riding in the rain is fun, but only for the first few times. When are you planning to heading back to Cal?
On Jan 15, 7:48 pm, Amit Singh <asd...@gmail.com> wrote: > I asked baby bro if he wanted to ride to the grocery store with me and > got a "negative ghostwriter". Totally unexpected, Dad said he'd go, > not grocery shopping, but for a ride. > > So we're rolling and there's some snow, no problem, we forego the > normal sidewalk to the trail routine in favor of roads ... In my head > I'm worried once we get to the trails we won't e able to make it far > with unstudded tires. We arrive and roll gingerly first, then more to > normal. I thought we were going for a short 10 mile ride. Nope. Dad > loves it so much it turns out we're doing 35 -- at HIS insistence. I > wish I woulda known, woulda worn more than commando jeans :) > > we stop at a McD's on the way back to warm the toes and a man asks us > if it's too cold to ride, "nope", with a cheeky smile he gets from me. > He chats me up about his trek with a spring loaded fork and super fat > cushioned sprung seat and his "triangle stand" (indoor bicycle > trainer) and compliments us on our "Schwinns" :) he also tells us > about how he broke his ankle on a ladder two years ago, got a buy-out > retirement package from GM, how his wife left him and his kids took > off and don't see him anymore. I feel badly. He asks dad if he's > divorced. My dad says laughing, "not yet"! I love my dad :) > > We roll out and 4 miles later stops and asks me to check his rear > brake because he thinks it's rubbing. I check and show him it's fine. > look at the front of his bike and find I can't even turn the front > wheel. > > There is SNOW PACKED BETWEEN THE TIRE AND FENDER. Dad holds his bike > up, I pop off the front wheel, find a stick and clean out the snow- > jam. > > Pop the wheel back on and he's as happy as a little boy, pedaling > furiously and explaining as he shakes shakes his head that he thought > he was finally getting old, losing his power, his strength. We both > are laughing hysterically at what had happened and dad's dramatic > reaction and feel grateful and thankful for our health and > friendship. > > By this time we make it to Orchard Lake, where Chief Pontiac (after > whom the automobile was named) is buried on Apple Island, and take a > few moments to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Dad decides to forego the > trail for streets and we're pedaling into a frigid headwind powered by > Orchard Lake and our fingers are in so much pain because of it so > after 6 miles we walk into a Starbucks for a nice cuppacoffee to warm > up and caffeinate our engines. > > The rest of the ride home is on salted roads (maybe I should cringe > here but I'm really okay with it). I get flicked off by 3 dudes in a > brand new Benz and throw up a double duce, screaming "peace!" ... and > then laugh as I approach them at a red light and they don't know how > to react to my non-hostility. > > Ended the ride off right with a beautiful sunset. > > "I gotta say, today was a good day." - Ice Cube > > Photos to prove it happened on my photo streamhttp://www.flickr.com/amisingh -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To post to this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch@googlegroups.com. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch?hl=en.
