Q: Why do drivers leave their common sense at home whenever it rains?
A: They're afraid it might get wet.
Friday, September 04, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Those little springtime pleasures...
I don't know whether I mentioned it before (no memory for old men) but the sunny weather of the past couple of weeks brings a new kind of pleasure to my daily commute which you will never experience if you were to commute by car.
A couple of kilometres of my commute take me through the forest and the beautiful weather of the last weeks has dried the trails to such a degree that I can ride a good bit of singletrack on my semi-slicks without the fear of arriving at work looking like the swamp thing.
This extra loop is my own guiltless playtime to start another working day at the office. I wonder how LL and V would feel if I were to take them to the playground every morning before dropping them of in school? I think they might actually like it.
The attentive reader might have noticed that I don't mention any singletrack riding after work. The reason for that is quite simple; the trails are too crowded. Mind you I don't have any problem with other people hanging out in the woods (except for Nordic Walkers) but the last couple of weeks an whole new group of people has taken over the trails; the so-called cruiser.
To each his own; I myself am not averse of sex whatsoever but it strikes me as quite uncomfortable to go and 'do your thang' in the woods behind a tree with another man. At least I assume that is what they're there for otherwise they 're all in for a cold shower 'cause I haven't seen a single woman hanging out on the trails, yet. Women, as P pointed out, are probably more practical; they go cruising in supermarkets, combining the fun with the useful.
Whatever your definition of trail fun is, keep it safe. Happy trails!
A couple of kilometres of my commute take me through the forest and the beautiful weather of the last weeks has dried the trails to such a degree that I can ride a good bit of singletrack on my semi-slicks without the fear of arriving at work looking like the swamp thing.
This extra loop is my own guiltless playtime to start another working day at the office. I wonder how LL and V would feel if I were to take them to the playground every morning before dropping them of in school? I think they might actually like it.
The attentive reader might have noticed that I don't mention any singletrack riding after work. The reason for that is quite simple; the trails are too crowded. Mind you I don't have any problem with other people hanging out in the woods (except for Nordic Walkers) but the last couple of weeks an whole new group of people has taken over the trails; the so-called cruiser.
To each his own; I myself am not averse of sex whatsoever but it strikes me as quite uncomfortable to go and 'do your thang' in the woods behind a tree with another man. At least I assume that is what they're there for otherwise they 're all in for a cold shower 'cause I haven't seen a single woman hanging out on the trails, yet. Women, as P pointed out, are probably more practical; they go cruising in supermarkets, combining the fun with the useful.
Whatever your definition of trail fun is, keep it safe. Happy trails!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Here comes the sun....
The electricity company fuckers decided to cut the electricity during the night, as a result the alarm-clock lost track of time. L and I woke up too late but no stress; a cup of coffee and a couple of pancakes later and LL an V are ready to get dropped of at school and yours truly is ready to hit them streets.
Winter has officially fled the country, my Finnish friend told me we had 9 degrees Celsius this morning and the sun was toasting my wheels. Nice one! No shoe covers, no mudguards no Gore-Tex, the future's so bright I got to wear shades.
Great invention those shades; they keep the morning sun out of your eyes, they really help if you need to evil-eye some blind motorist and best of all you can check out all the fit ladies who are celebrating the return of Spring, without being noticed.
Life is sweet.
Winter has officially fled the country, my Finnish friend told me we had 9 degrees Celsius this morning and the sun was toasting my wheels. Nice one! No shoe covers, no mudguards no Gore-Tex, the future's so bright I got to wear shades.
Great invention those shades; they keep the morning sun out of your eyes, they really help if you need to evil-eye some blind motorist and best of all you can check out all the fit ladies who are celebrating the return of Spring, without being noticed.
Life is sweet.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Trop is teveel en teveel is trop...
The legendary words of Belgium's most notorious butcher, sum up my morning ride very accurately. I gave up the idea that the commute rides could be a form of bicycle training, a long time a ago. There are so many external factors that disturb your ride that you are basically just pushing the pedals without any consideration for cadence, speed or heart rate. Keep the rubber down, and keep away from the four-wheeled death.
Anyway you get used to the blind and or inconsiderate drivers but from time to time there are these exceptions who can still infuriate me to the point where I might (so far I can use the word might) pull him or her from behind the wheel and serve them a can of whoopass.
This morning I got almost driven down three (as in 3) times in a row over a distance of less than 200 meters by the same f*****g blind b***h in a white Mercedes.
Miss c**t pulls out of her parking spot as I pass , near miss number one. Fifty meters further and I turn to the right, just like miss merco, only problem is that she turns so tightly that I almost get hit by her rearview mirror and have to jump my bike on the sidewalk not to get hit. But the last incident a 150 meters further was the straw that broke the camel's back; I am riding on the bicycle lane along the street that turns to the left, this homicidal bitch is coming from behind me and tries to turn to the right, I literally see her right front wheel and front fender almost hit my left pedal.
I brake like a madman, my vision turns black and my heart rate and decibels go up. I hurl a tirade of swearwords at her windshield and continue my way.
Lucky her that she did not get out of her car 'cause I would have made it to the evening news; "Maniac cyclist molests driver and dismantles car".
Anyway you get used to the blind and or inconsiderate drivers but from time to time there are these exceptions who can still infuriate me to the point where I might (so far I can use the word might) pull him or her from behind the wheel and serve them a can of whoopass.
This morning I got almost driven down three (as in 3) times in a row over a distance of less than 200 meters by the same f*****g blind b***h in a white Mercedes.
Miss c**t pulls out of her parking spot as I pass , near miss number one. Fifty meters further and I turn to the right, just like miss merco, only problem is that she turns so tightly that I almost get hit by her rearview mirror and have to jump my bike on the sidewalk not to get hit. But the last incident a 150 meters further was the straw that broke the camel's back; I am riding on the bicycle lane along the street that turns to the left, this homicidal bitch is coming from behind me and tries to turn to the right, I literally see her right front wheel and front fender almost hit my left pedal.
I brake like a madman, my vision turns black and my heart rate and decibels go up. I hurl a tirade of swearwords at her windshield and continue my way.
Lucky her that she did not get out of her car 'cause I would have made it to the evening news; "Maniac cyclist molests driver and dismantles car".
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