July 28th, 2009

Unexpected adventures in cycling

On Friday, I mounted up on the bike for the second time in five days. Thanks to the wonderful web site mapmyride.com, I was able to plot a course that would cover a decent distance (just under eighteen miles), without the second up-and-down created by biking into the center of Northport Village.

For fifty-three minutes, it all went swimmingly. A relatively gradual ascent over the first six kilometers, past the high school, onto the big loop. And then, three-fourths of the way around said loop, it all fell apart. And by "it all," I mean "the chain on the bike." At first, I thought it had simply dislodged, so I braked in anticipation of simply putting it back on the gear and continuing on. But before I could get fully stopped, I heard another noise. The next two places I looked were down at the bike, where I failed to see the chain - and ten feet behind me, where I saw the chain...and it wasn't a closed loop. A problem, to be sure. The issue was compounded by my cell phone not being on my person; I left it home due to fear of it dropping out of my pocket.

So here I am, six miles from home, with a bicycle that's useless on any stretch of pavement that's not downhill, and without any way to contact anyone who could get me. No sense sulking about it...it was time to start walking. The only decision was whether to detour off the intended course to a local cycle shop and pick up a replacement chain. At this point, I simply wanted to get myself and the bike home - and given that much of the remaining distance was downhill, it probably would not have been worth it. I have no idea how long it took to walk/coast that distance, but I do know I hope to never have to do it again.

I picked up a new chain yesterday. I haven't yet attached it; I have spent the past two days engaging in more important pursuits. Which is somewhat amazing, because I've hardly been engaging in any pursuits lately.

Quite gross...but quite funny.

"Conversation" between Daisy and Tucker on Twitter:

Daisy: Oh my god WHERE IS MY WEALTHY HUSBAND ALREADY?!!!!!!! (And by "husband," I mean "anonymous donor.")
Tucker: @daisysf Anonymous donor? You need some sperm? I can fire some over.
Daisy: @tuckermax Pretty sure that would defy the whole "anonymous" thing; however, if your sperm comes with $100 bills attached, sign me up.
Tucker: @daisysf So you only want my sperm if I also give you $200? Isn't there a word for that?
Daisy: @TuckerMax There IS a word for that. In your case, I think it's called a bargain. Also, silly me for assuming your sperm count was higher.
Tucker: @daisysf Hey now--sperm count and what I'm willing to pay to shoot it in you are VERY different numbers. Milk, cow, free, etc.

These two should be in San Diego, because they clearly both know how to stay classy.

Tucker's web presence, posted here for at least the 30th time: TuckerMax.com | I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell | Rudius Media
Daisy's web presence, posted here for the first time: oopsie daisy | A dollop of daisy
My question: Was "driving miss daisy" taken? Somehow, it just seems appropriate.