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I like to ride my bicycle
Oct. 15th, 2010 02:26 pmSo, bike report, since it's been a couple weeks since I last squeed about the fact that I HAVE A BIKE NOW and she is blue and shiny and wonderful and I loooooovvvvveeee her.
Last night I biked about four and a half miles out to jere7my's house (we watched Plan Nine From Outer Space, which was bad-enjoyable until about the last fifteen/twenty minutes when they started talking about sunlight being particles that could be exploded and I decided I wanted to murder everyone who had anything to do with that movie), which was a lovely ride, albeit dark, and rather surprising in that I didn't get lost even once. It took me less time than I expected too --only about forty-five minutes, which means that whatever my average bicycle speed is, it's slightly faster than I thought6.
This morning/early afternoon, jere7my pointed out that my house was on the way to his work, and so we should totally ride together, huzzah! And so we did, and almost exactly2 reversed the ride I had taken the night prior.
...only in about thirty minutes rather than forty-five3. Which is whimper and ow and made climbing all the stairs to my room (I live on the third floor) totally daunting.
But on the plus side, I am pretty much a sexy beast with a bike, and even if my legs hate me and everything else on the planet, I am also all strong and impressive and stuff, and now know an easier (and arguably quicker) way to get to his house, which is useful, and know that five miles isn't really a big deal when I'm by myself, and isn't *awful* when I'm not. So huzzah! Plus one point for increasing the amount of world I can easily access!
Now, to figure out how these strange --how do you call them?-- "gears" work.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: I accidentally typed 6 instead of 1, and decided to keep it like that. Typing is a little bit difficult when I am exhausted.
2: There was a tunnel that was flooded out, leading to totally legal crossing of the street instead, and a couple other futzy things like the most efficient way to go through Harvard Square (don't).
3: And he was going slow for me. Whimpersigh!
61: Biking to MIT on Tuesday indicated that I do about five miles an hour --it's probably actually closer to six or seven, especially when I can take advantage of bike paths that don't have lots of stop lights and cars to worry about.
Last night I biked about four and a half miles out to jere7my's house (we watched Plan Nine From Outer Space, which was bad-enjoyable until about the last fifteen/twenty minutes when they started talking about sunlight being particles that could be exploded and I decided I wanted to murder everyone who had anything to do with that movie), which was a lovely ride, albeit dark, and rather surprising in that I didn't get lost even once. It took me less time than I expected too --only about forty-five minutes, which means that whatever my average bicycle speed is, it's slightly faster than I thought6.
This morning/early afternoon, jere7my pointed out that my house was on the way to his work, and so we should totally ride together, huzzah! And so we did, and almost exactly2 reversed the ride I had taken the night prior.
...only in about thirty minutes rather than forty-five3. Which is whimper and ow and made climbing all the stairs to my room (I live on the third floor) totally daunting.
But on the plus side, I am pretty much a sexy beast with a bike, and even if my legs hate me and everything else on the planet, I am also all strong and impressive and stuff, and now know an easier (and arguably quicker) way to get to his house, which is useful, and know that five miles isn't really a big deal when I'm by myself, and isn't *awful* when I'm not. So huzzah! Plus one point for increasing the amount of world I can easily access!
Now, to figure out how these strange --how do you call them?-- "gears" work.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: I accidentally typed 6 instead of 1, and decided to keep it like that. Typing is a little bit difficult when I am exhausted.
2: There was a tunnel that was flooded out, leading to totally legal crossing of the street instead, and a couple other futzy things like the most efficient way to go through Harvard Square (don't).
3: And he was going slow for me. Whimpersigh!
61: Biking to MIT on Tuesday indicated that I do about five miles an hour --it's probably actually closer to six or seven, especially when I can take advantage of bike paths that don't have lots of stop lights and cars to worry about.