Back in May of last year I blogged about this wonderful satire I discovered on Amazon.com in the guise of product reviews by one “Smith T. Aames”. Unfortunately Amazon apparently had them all taken down and I feared they were lost.
Until I found this: Journal of the Bizarre where the author has archived many of these brilliant reviews, as well as other curiosities and comedy. It’s definitely worth a look.
Date: May 17, 2006
Time: 7:00 pm
Where: At over 120 U.S. locations and eight other countriesJoin cyclists worldwide in a silent slow-paced ride (max. 12 mph/19.3 kph) in honor of those who have been injured or killed while cycling on public roadways.
Why does this site exist?
To HONOR those who have been injured or killed
To RAISE AWARENESS that we are here
To ask that we all SHARE THE ROAD
Thankfully, the foreboding forecast was a bit off, we only got an inch or two, it scarcely stuck to the roads and sidewalks at all, and it had all melted by Wednesday.
For those commentators (Hi Jon, hi Fishy!!) and others also battling the evil white scourge, let me remind you of my favorite snowy day marching riding cadence:
If that’s a bit too ‘Dr. Seuss’ and not enough ‘boot camp’ for you, you can also spice it up with curse-words. Sometimes I do!
So, today is the first day of Spring and tomorrow we’re under a winter storm warning. Sleet, freezing rain, and snow with an accumulation of 3-5 inches.
I shouldn’t complain, we’ve had much less snow than “average” this year, but… I’m going to anyway. Bitterly.
Seriously, what the Hell is up with Kevin Baconstein?
I, like probably most cyclists, have a healthy anxiety/respect/fear for dogs that are allowed to run loose (with very rare and notable exceptions).
On one of my local loops, though, there’s a dog who I consider an old friend. For 5 or 6 years now we’ve played this little game:
As I’m approaching his yard, if I don’t see him lurking about, I’ll call to him as I begin to wind up my sprint (I call him “Fritz” or “Der Doggie Dog”, he’s a German Shepherd). He then carefully judges his speed and angle, charges down the hill to the fence and arrives at the corner of the fence, exactly when I do, at full speed. He then rounds the corner and we race down the fence. This is a house out in the country, so it’s at least a 150 yard dog vs. bike dash. As I ride away (sometimes victorious, sometimes not), he always runs to a good vantage point along the side fence and gives me a few barks. I’ve always taken these as meaning, “good race” and “see you next time”. I haven’t seen him (or his younger protégé) in quite some time. I miss my sprinting partners/buddies.