|Ode to the Mid-August Sun||mike mcmahon|
Aug 17, 2001 11:32 AM
|Summer had been mild here until this week, causing many of us to forget the overwhelming power of the Great Sun. I took the day off work today in part to get in a longer ride. Because I was in no hurry, I left the house later than usual for a ride. Not having experienced oppressive heat for some time, I foolishly headed for some canyons that are like cauldrons on hot days.
Today, the Great Mid-August Sun reminded me that it has the power to:
Turn the straps of my helmet white with salty sweat within an hour;
Swell my feet until they look like two loaves of hot Wonder Bread;
Turn chewing gum on the asphalt into napalm;
Make the water in my bottle feel like it has been microwaved;
Make a three mile climb feel like a seven mile climb; and
Darken the arm-and-leg tan that was already going to make me look foolish at the beach next week.
So, Great Mid-August Sun, please forgive my hubris and allow me to offer any gifts that may appease you.
|re: Ode to the Mid-August Sun||Haiku d'état|
Aug 17, 2001 11:52 AM
|you're lucky to have those climbs and valleys. here in elvisville there are little more than short, and sometimes steep hills, and i've most recently driven 4 hours both east and west from home to do any actual climbing. ugh.
just realized last week on the regular weeknight group ride that dusk is sneaking back from 8:15 to 7:30 'bout like i sneak out of the office at 4:40 instead of 5:10. nobody notices 'til you're really needed (light!), then it's too late.
riding home wednesday night on a 36 mile loop between 7:00 and 7:30, i crossed a few sections of country road (bordered by fields and grazing pastures interspersed with thick wooded overgrowth) where the temperature noticeably dropped 8-10 degrees (F) and raised back within 100 yards. it's a sure sign that summer is fading and fall is coming on full-force with crisp early morning mists and long, colorful afternoon rides. now is the point in the year where my red blinkie lights get fresh batteries, and the mountain bike gets a good cleanin'. much as it's my favorite season, fall robs me of after-work rides, my time spent instead in a 20x20 gym walled with mirrors and populated with professionals looking for sweaty company and seniors walking for twenty three minutes at three miles per hour. it's that or the trainer, and inevitably i'm found in the garage on my pent steed like a great balding hamster running nowhere.
the greatest goodness about cold weather riding is its parallel to rain rides. only the crazy, faithful, zealots are your companion, and more often than not, there are none. what does that say about you? most pleasurable situation involves spooking birds and animals going about their private existence with too-much familiarity in proximity to the road, as they'd never expect one so wacko to brave nature in its fervor for plummeting mercury.
thank the bike gods for beer.
|You're right||mike mcmahon|
Aug 17, 2001 11:58 AM
|I wasn't complaining; I was just paying respect to the powers that be. BTW, the Beer Gods aren't smiling around my house any more. My wife was recently diagnosed with gluten intolerance, which means she has to avoid any food or beverage with wheat or grain. She was a big beer fan, and I don't have the heart to drink it in front of her any more. I wonder what we did to anger the gods.|
Aug 17, 2001 12:10 PM
|Sorry to hear about your wife, hope she is doing well. Wine works wonders and it is sooo French.|
|I'm in the process of converting her||mike mcmahon|
Aug 17, 2001 12:22 PM
|Thanks for the kind words. Going the opposite of most couples I know, I'm the wine drinker and my wife is (or was) the beer drinker. She's never been a huge wine fan, but she's starting to make the adjustment. Now I've just got to get her out of white and into red.|
|we're just the opposite||Haiku d'état|
Aug 17, 2001 1:11 PM
|she doesn't care for alcohol and i drink whatever's under the sink.|
|Does that include Liquid Plumber? ;-) (nm)||mike mcmahon|
Aug 17, 2001 1:39 PM
|mmm...breakfast of champions! nm||Haiku d'état|
Aug 20, 2001 4:55 AM
|it's been nuclear-hot in Boulder all summer||lonefrontranger|
Aug 17, 2001 12:37 PM
|Up until about a week ago we had temps near 100 almost every day. Agreed, it's 100 degrees with 25% humidity, but our high-altitude intense sun makes up for it.
Next to no one here has air conditioning, so every mall, public pool and local swimming hole was packed with seething masses of humanity searching for relief.
The last road race I did, I doubt I'd have noticed if someone detonated a Thermite grenade under my helmet.
Recently it's been cool and dry - 81 degrees here today and very pleasant riding weather. Fall is definitely in the air in Mile-High Land. I about froze my naughty bits on the commute to work this morning, and last night we scampered home from the club ride to make it back before dark after someone flatted. Boulder is particularly bad for early nightfall in fall & winter. Once the sun drops behind the Flatirons it's all over.
Hope it doesn't rain this weekend; I'm off to Keystone for Dirt Camp.
Aug 17, 2001 1:11 PM
|finally, after months of having strange people walk through my house and touch my stuff, there may be a light at the end of the chunnel. we have a signed contract and earnest $ on the table, so now i can dream of building a house with a three car garage: one for the wife's SUV, one for my friendly civic, and one for the growing stable. i'm thinking small loveseat, some sort of obnoxious neon sign, and lots of posters about the place. i have a bjarne riis poster i've been waiting to unveil! eventually, if i can dig up an old tv and upgrade our LR vcr, maybe i can rotate out an old set to the third garage bay for trainer duty and the occasional weekend night group ride partners' get together to watch old tour tapes and drink PBR. third-car garage=jeffreyh's bike shop. ok, i'd prolly be the only one drinkin' PBR, but that just goes to show that i'm refined and have a higher sensibility.
|when you say obnoxious neon sign...||lonefrontranger|
Aug 17, 2001 1:31 PM
|all's I can think about is the Rev. Horton Heat and various unmentionable-in-a-G-rated-forum lyrics of his. PBR?! Daggone, you ARE a hillbilly, aren't you.
Bjarne Riis = The Balding Dane. Huffy Toss Champion (maybe it was a Huffy disguised as a Pinarello?) at the '97 Tour.
We have a functional VCR that never gets used, BTW.
|when you say obnoxious neon sign...||dustin73|
Aug 17, 2001 2:22 PM
|wow, i haven't seen Pabst Blue Ribbon since i was in michigan|| |