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Mar. 12th, 2019 07:29 pmIt's 65F and I'm wearing a t-shirt.
School is cancelled, the airport is shut down, and federal and state government is closed, in anticipation of tomorrow's blizzard.
I'm working from home tomorrow, I guess.
Lunchtime ride: we ride through a tunnel under the four-lane road that goes to Boulder, and on the far side we take a hard left and our path merges onto the median of the four-lane road. As we're heading into the tunnel we see a guy on a breathtakingly expensive time trial bike just riding out of the tunnel so we crank up our speed to catch him, and start following him.
It was like a keirin, the Japanese race where people draft a motorcycle that is slowly increasing in speed until there is only one person left behind it, who wins. He kept going faster and faster, and I kept struggling harder and harder, as did my coworker.
We were approaching the speed the cars were going, and I knew I was about done, but! wait! what to my wandering eye should appear? but a red light right in front of us! Saved!
And even better: there's a dubious fly-under, a bike path that goes beneath a bridge and evades the traffic control signal.
So I tipped my right hand to the right just enough for my coworker, behind me, to see, and we skived off to the right, blowing through the bushes that mask the entrance onto the fly-under, which is why nobody else uses it, and because nobody else uses it the nadir is always full of branches and debris from where Lefthand Creek has overflowed onto it so that means a whole bunch of jumping over junk, but we managed that and sprinted up the climb out of the river drainage and swooped back onto the road, covered in glory and victory!
The other rider had made a right turn at the stoplight, and was nowhere to be seen.
Sic transit gloria mundi, man.
I just noticed there's a 'reason for age restriction' field in the posting details below the entry form. I'm filling it in "eels, lots and lots of eels". Let's see what happens.
School is cancelled, the airport is shut down, and federal and state government is closed, in anticipation of tomorrow's blizzard.
I'm working from home tomorrow, I guess.
Lunchtime ride: we ride through a tunnel under the four-lane road that goes to Boulder, and on the far side we take a hard left and our path merges onto the median of the four-lane road. As we're heading into the tunnel we see a guy on a breathtakingly expensive time trial bike just riding out of the tunnel so we crank up our speed to catch him, and start following him.
It was like a keirin, the Japanese race where people draft a motorcycle that is slowly increasing in speed until there is only one person left behind it, who wins. He kept going faster and faster, and I kept struggling harder and harder, as did my coworker.
We were approaching the speed the cars were going, and I knew I was about done, but! wait! what to my wandering eye should appear? but a red light right in front of us! Saved!
And even better: there's a dubious fly-under, a bike path that goes beneath a bridge and evades the traffic control signal.
So I tipped my right hand to the right just enough for my coworker, behind me, to see, and we skived off to the right, blowing through the bushes that mask the entrance onto the fly-under, which is why nobody else uses it, and because nobody else uses it the nadir is always full of branches and debris from where Lefthand Creek has overflowed onto it so that means a whole bunch of jumping over junk, but we managed that and sprinted up the climb out of the river drainage and swooped back onto the road, covered in glory and victory!
The other rider had made a right turn at the stoplight, and was nowhere to be seen.
Sic transit gloria mundi, man.
I just noticed there's a 'reason for age restriction' field in the posting details below the entry form. I'm filling it in "eels, lots and lots of eels". Let's see what happens.