Sunny Solo Rambling Ride
On Friday, I ordered a new stem for the Moto, but somehow the next-day-delivery request didn’t go through, so I didn’t ride yesterday. Today, I decided to ride anyway, even though the Moto’s new bars are skinnier than the old ones and thus are currently shimmed with a really squirrely DIY jobber. I just needed some time in the saddle.
I set out to get a couple hours in. I wound up a little less than nine minutes shy of two hours, so that’s not too bad, especially given that I sort of took a half an hour break to eat lunch.
All told, it was a nice ride. I just took it easy on the roads, mostly rolling along at a pretty easy pace, but I still managed one personal second best and one personal third best on established Strava segments, as well as a 17th out of 106 on a stretch of road where I apparently haven’t ridden since someone added a segment there. Not too shabby, for an easy day!
The highlight of my day, however, came during my lunch break. I paused at Home Run Burger at Cardinal Towne and locked my bike next to a lone mountain bike. When I emerged from my lunch break, the rack was full! …And not only was it full, but the next rack down had a bike in it, the one beyond that had two, and another just around the corner was nearly full!
It’s good to see so many bikes out and about. There was a group of about four riders in varying degrees of lycra-cladding who were obviously stopping for lunch together as well; the others, I’m guessing, were just people out doing their thing on a lovely Sunday afternoon (or working at the various shops in Cardinal Towne).
I also managed to get a “Panda Portrait” (no, I don’t have the foggiest idea why they’re called that) on Adams Street. Playing with my phone while riding isn’t something I normally do, but there was essentially no traffic (some walkers and eventually another bike on the other side of the road) and I slowed waaaaaay down. The problem is, I think I kinda look like a young George “Dubya” Bush in pictures like this one:
…So to make up for it, I caught this spooky and atmospheric shot of an old warehouse at the corner of Swan and Kentucky:
…which is also the location of locavore-specialist retailer The Root Cellar‘s new shop, their second:
If you’re in town, you should check it out. The Root Cellar has two missions: first, to provide locally-grown, fresh-off-the-farm produce (as well as other products) to the greater Louisville community; second, to supply fresh, healthful food in an area of Old Louisville that has historically been very much a food desert. You can find hours and directions posted on the website listed above.
One last bit: one of the little bike-wrenching jobs I find that I do often is swapping out pedals. Inevitably, friends and relatives buy new bikes that come with boring, vanilla stock pedals and decide they want something more exciting (or the boring stock pedals eventually break and need to be replaced; it sorta depends).
In the process of doing a bunch of such pedal swaps over the past few months, I’ve been convinced that bike shops throughout the country are secretly part of an experimental government program intended to help deinstitutionalize gorillas (presumably because they’re capable of learning basic sign language and they have thumbs and good self-awareness and possibly even creative ideas, which probably makes them at least as skilled as most of us are, especially before our morning coffee). We’ll call it “gorilla workfare” (not to be confused with “guerilla warfare,” which is something else entirely).
I say this because Every. Single. Fresh-from-the-Shop Pedal. requires the application of our one-meter torque pipe. There are essentially no exceptions to this rule. Even when I worked in a bike shop, we were forever applying our torque bar to pedals installed at other shops. At this point, I just keep the torque pipe in the front of the garage, in case I should need to perform a random pedal swap at any moment. (Some pedals, such as the set I swapped out tonight, also require extremely creative crank-immobilization techniques.)
I guess I’m glad that gorillas out there are finding jobs in bike shops. Even though I’m a roadie, on the other hand, I really hope they don’t start shaving their legs.
That would just look weird.