|Polyester chafed as he walked in figure eights
||[Nov. 10th, 2008|07:19 pm]
Biked to Mt. Vernon today. And back. It was a beautiful day and very still but it felt to me like the wind was blowing anywhere from 7 to 23 miles per hour, all the time. The cars were zooming by. That was probably the biggest bummer. They make a biker feel like he's going slow when really he's flyin'! Man I covered 44 miles today, I couldn't walk that in less than two days! Whadda bike! Oh, I should go put it in the garage. In the garage alright! Yep got some looks at the college folks at Cornell. They didn't recognize me. I can understand that. That is a very quaint campus. The Cedar River valley didn't have many cedars in it, as far as I could tell. A few, sure, but not a ton. I was only on the road of course, I know.|
Took a little side trip (up a TREMENDOUS hill) to the Dow Observatory. It had a few little big telescopes in some buildings. As well as some cement areas to set up your own shit, I presume. It was nestled nicely. Pea gravel road, gravel parking lot, smooth cement sidewalk path to the front door. Should try to skateboard down that hill.
Got flipped off for crossing the road too close in front of a jeep. After I made it to the other side, he had time to honk a long one and flip me off. I don't think he braked much, if any. I bared my teeth at him. It occurred to me a minute or less later that I should have flipped him back, because then I could shake my head vehemently and think "fucking idiot asshole" and thus be on top of the situation. But I was wearing mittens so it would have been quite ineffectual. It would have been a very much more general gesture, if you can imagine.
That last sentence above was the punchline, duh. Let's see. The truckers do this kind thing where they let off the brakelines pressure before they pass me. That's a guess, really. But they somehow make this pressured air release ph-hissing noise, which is not nearly as startling as a car horn, let alone a gesture the kids on the bus make. That was cool. I would pull onto the shoulder when they did that, and not mind at all. It's not their fault the truck is as big as possible and it's a two lane road. It's very kind of them. I'm not too proud to ride in the gravel a bit.
Time flies when you're exerting yourself. I love it. You're doing this thing, and you don't have to think much about it. You can just enjoy being. I fucking hate being tired and worn out but later I'm happy about it. And I wonder if I can be more tired and worn out. I don't wonder, it's a sure thing I can. I remember being so sick of the scenery in Glacier. I will be again too probably. At least the map is nice up there, though. I should take better care of myself but I love treats too much. That's a big problem. I don't want to be fat, or bereft of funds, yet I want to buy that blizzard. That bin of potato oles; it's been a good run of ordering the small, but I really want the large. I especially want that giant soda making the water vapor condense upon it. Oh well. Everybody is living their own adventure and while i know yours is more interesting and worth doing and harder and better i still have to do mine and of course i enjoy it and forget comparisons.