We had our first snow of the year today so of course I had to explore...70 minutes was plenty for me (jeans and Adidas kind of suck in wet snow). No angry motorists but I did get warm at sbux.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/77502424@N00/sets/72157628890936157/ 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.
