Warm feelings of turkeys to come

November 24, 2013

Greetings.  How is your mother?  Oh.  Yes.  Hmmmm.  I know, I know.

It has become cool here in the gut buster of USiness.  I am replenishing fluids and wishing that my search for comfy mittens like these had proven successful. 

http://blog.girlzlyfe.com/page/14/

But enough about me and your mother.  What about that awesome Gene Richard Simmons?  He is in a cool video, 

and I saw him on tv helping a nurse the other day.  Also he helps me feel nice and warm when I am pedaling along in the frosty belt buckle of our fat and jolly nation.  I can almost here his good natured, peppy exhortations as I pedal!  Gotta love that Gene Richard!  And fat jolliness.  Did you get your festive outdoor decorations out yet?  What?!  Then why are we sitting here all fat and/or jolly and not out there preparing?!  

Also I hear David Bowie released an album this year and I haven’t even purchased a copy yet!  Good thing Christmas is coming up.  Please ask your mother to send me a copy because I know David sings her favorite Christmas music.  

Many bicyclers have noticed that your attitude can change drastically from the beginning of a bicycle ride to the end.  This happened to me a few days back when I took a different route along a somewhat busy road.  Two motorists turned to the right in front of me and I offered one a mono-digital gesture of displeasure.  I was a little grumbly for a while.  But then I came across some of the loveliest bicycle lanes that I have ever seen!  It was joyous!

It snowed on Thursday and it livened up my evening commute.   

By the time I got home with my bike on my car rack part of my back wheel was partially encrusted with gritty snow.  

Next Thursday is Thanksgiving, which means that many bicyclers will be enjoying a festive Thanksgiving Eve ride upon the Keystone trail.  Some will bundle up and pedal slowly.  Others may go fast and naked.  Still others may swerve erratically and wonder where the hell they left their car/gloves/significant other.  Moments like these are potentially the types of things that define us.  Mostly they define us thusly, “you are a dumb ass.”  Ah, the joys of self discovery.  Speaking of self discovery, here is a man who discovered early that what he wanted to do with life was travel adventurously.  A friend of mine forwarded me his website.  Although I am still too jealously indignant about this man’s insouciant insolence to peruse his site thoroughly, I am sure his bicycle trip around the world was great.  Something I am sure to copy once I’ve got a spare two years.  Maybe once Baby Snot gets big enough to pedal without whining (wait, that never happens to any of us!).  

Speaking of offspring.  Here is my new web design which Teen Snot was kind enough to bestow upon me last August.  It took awhile to get it up here on the line, but I am sure you will agree that it was worth the wait.  

I also got a t-shirt with the following quote on the backside: 'Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live.' - Mark Twain

So that is all I got at this time.  I hope you are happily spinning from here to there or vice versa.  Gotta go mitten hunting!

-BSO

Turkeys on wheels

November 22, 2011

A strange kind of calm has welcomed me as I go about my bicycling ways these past two days. Much unlike this past Saturday. I decided to head up to my local Barnes & Noble book pusher (the hunter of the LBS [local book store, in this case] and the prey of the giant Amazon). It was there that I purchased The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolano (con tilda y exclamaciones y accentos, bastardos!) to send to my brother in Tokyo. Yes, my brother lives in Japan, konichiwa ani! and the late Bolano was from Chile, but also occupied Mexico City and other strategically important metropolises. So that was my small peephole towards the broader horizons of the wider world here on a windy day in Omaha. Like me, my brother is moderately active. But, as often is the case with siblings, there is occasional competitiveness. I feel that I am more moderate in my activeness. In fact I may be among the most moderately active of suburbanites in my neighborhood. There, I said it. Now here's a poem,

You won't catch me at the gym, I'll see you at the bar,
How you gonna get there? By bike, "No thanks," to car.

Members of the Tokyo Cycling Club also like to bicycle and "enjoy an occasional drink."

Speaking of which, tomorrow is the annual Thanksgiving Eve Taco Ride-esque bicycle ride and party with band at the White House Bar and Grill. 6:30 sharp and /or dull. Although it's supposed to be pretty nice out, please don't let that stop you from coming along for the fun.

It is kind of unseasonably warm these days, but I realize that it is bound to get chilly soon. Towards that end I am in the process of patching of my 15-year-old Pearl Izumi lobster claws.

(I actually wore them last year for the Thanksgiving Eve ride). They're the warmest handwear I've got right now, so I'll try to make them last. I'm using some aromatic Seam Grip and some torn-up pants to patch them.

It appears the previously Bohemian areas of suburban Omaha (such as the oft-homaged Poet's Perch, a previous view from which is shown here [before]

and below [after]) are getting cleaned up/re-blanded. 

Ah well.  At least we'll always have the White House, eh you crazy partying turkeys, eh, be, si?