When You Can’t Get Your Drug of Choice: Bicycling

A really nice guy I know was recently riding to work when was the victim of a hit-and-run crash. The driver was at fault and fled the scene in classic cowardly fashion. No cameras or witnesses and the cops could not care any less. My guy’s clavicle was broken, he had some road rash, not to mention his quality of life is severely reduced for at least a couple of months because the sling his arm is in. After a successful surgery permanently implanting a lot of metal into his shoulder, he’s okay, and never had too much pain. He said he’s not in physical pain but he is bummed because bicycling is his drug of choice, and the doctor said he can’t ride for a couple of months. That sucks, because he can’t get his (endorphin) high. What’s a cyclist (runner, swimmer et al.) to do?

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9/9/2023: Sit-Down with Sommar at 2,000 Miles (+ Totals of 40,000 Miles & 1,000,000 Feet Elevation)

As my annual big ride approaches, I noticed three statistics on my sports application Strava that seemed noteworthy, to moi at least, and maybe to you, faithful reader. My total mileage just surpassed 40,000 miles, and elevation passed 1,000,000 feet since I began recording, basically the very end of 2015. But the one that jumped out at me was the 2,000 miles I’ve ridden on Sommar (pronouced some ALL) the Fuji Finest bicycle. I was kindly gifted here when Sonnie the GT Arette was stolen and missing for a week. After a cool cat named Orion gave me the bike, at first I wasn’t sure she would work out. Those skinny tires, curvy drop bars, and nimble frame all gave me pause. But she and A Dude are getting along pretty well, so here’s an imaginary convo with the saucy, sexy minx herself.

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