I was born, a long LONG time ago, in Boston. But as an army brat I moved around a lot. I DO like the Red Sox, and, until Tom Brady came on the scene, I liked the Patriots. Rarely, if ever, though, do I think of myself as a Bostonian. I have lived in the Pacific Northwest since Junior High, so as far as I am concerned, I am a Northwesterner!
This means, rain doesn’t normally bug me. Lord knows I have ridden in it enough!
This year has been nuts though! We have had more rain since October than EVER before. And, even I am tired of it! (Last week I was caught riding home in a thunderstorm)
So, when it was heard that today, A SATURDAY no less, was going to be in the 70s and sunny, plans had to be made! Continue reading “HOLY CRAP! Spring finally showed up!”
Folks, I am sure everywhere someone lives has it own particular set of rules. In California, I think there is a requirement to be tan. Texas, somewhere is a bylaw that says you have to own boots and a hat. South of the Mason-Dixon line, Y’all are required to use the word Y’all!
On the Oregon Coast, somewhere in the closet you have a pair of these.
In Seattle, we have many. Some involve only drinking Good wine, good beer and good coffee. ( I am sipping Starbucks as I type this.) But others revolve around the sun coming out….
Continue reading “Seattle Rules to Live By”
The sun rises over the mountains high.
Rains have moved on, there is blue in the sky.
The air is warming the breeze is light.
But the end of the workday is a distant sight.
The weekend is near, and that makes me happy.
Sadly though, the forecast is crappy.
Eight hours from now the sun will still be shining.
But I am already looking outside, for a ride I am pining.
On a day like this I just want out of this place.
I want the wind at my back and the sun on my face.
Screw this! Lets get this work done!
Cuz dammit I am saddling up the bike just after 1!
Tomorrow morning I’ll smile when the rain will be falling
Because today, the bike and I will answer the road’s calling!
OK I know… NOT the best poem! But then who knew Mountainstroh could rhyme at all! Like the wind folks!
You know, as time goes on, I am finding it harder and harder to leave our vacation spots and head home. Last year, after the Oregon Coast bike trip, I was honestly bummed out for quite a while to be back at work. As I sit here and blog, I am really NOT wanting to go back to the office tomorrow.
So, the morning of the departure arrived, and of course Murphy’s law hit…. Continue reading “Canon Beach in the rearview mirror”
I spend a lot of time on this blog talking about the weather. When you are a cyclist it has a big effect on the amount of fun you have when you saddle up! It can be too cold, to hot, to windy, too wet, too wet, cold AND windy. When you are a northwest cyclist you either deal with all of these, or hibernate for the winter (well most of fall, ALL of winter and part of spring) months…
Sunday, as you saw in the last post was just plain wet.
NOT a good day to be out, but I was. 2.5 hours of downpour… There are those (natives and transplants) who claim spring is as dark and dismal as winter. We let them whine and tell y’all this, because those of us in the know will tell you the sun is coming, and when it arrives… Continue reading “When it arrives….”
One of the games my wife and I like to play here in Seattle is “Spot the tourist.” It is pretty darn easy actually. It’s not because they look like they are lost, or because they are going to touristy places like Pike Place market or the Experience Music Project (I’ve done each of these). And it is sure not because they are in Woodinville tasting wine, (I’ve done this even more often).
Around here is it easy to spot tourists, especially those from California, Arizona, New Mexico or the South, by what they wear. You might think that maybe fashions differ from area to area. However, considering I do well at this game, AND I have no fashion sense, that can’t be it.
The secret is the coat…. Continue reading “The theory of weathertivity”
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…
OK, I admit it, I have never read “A Tale of Two Cities.” I only know this line because its used time and time again on different TV shows, including Star Trek. However, if you compare Monday night’s commute with Tuesday night’s, it fits perfectly!
Continue reading “A tale of two commutes”