As much as the last couple of weeks has been characterized by increasingly aggressive and downright rude cohabitants of the roadways, yesterday was characterized by increasingly accommodating and pleasantly polite cohabitants. No less than four times a driver at a four way stop gave up his or her rightful turn in line (at no risk to myself or anyone else) to allow me to go first. Each time was given with a smile and a friendly wave. In spite of an eroding trust in my drivetrain, it was one of my more enjoyable rides home.
This morning, while not unpleasant, was cold. I can’t speak for others, but for me, the mid 40′s is the cut off for my thin gloves and feet without wind breaking plastic bags. I made it fine, and without major difficulty, but I could have been warmer. I did have the presence of mind to wear long sleeves under my wind breaker, which kept my upper half warm, without being too toasty, however, I think I could have also done with some sweats to keep the legs warmer. As easy as I take it in the mornings (to avoid getting too swampy by the time I get to work), I just never quite warmed up. Besides, it’s only a 30 minute ride… that’s hardly time to warm up anyway.
Speaking of eroding trust in the drivetrain, I’m riding the equivalent of a Yugo right now. While I have full use of the wide range of gears the triple up front and the 9 out back give me, I’m unable to hammer it without the chain slipping off the badly worn cogs on the rear. It screams in protest and just won’t do it for me. That’s ok. I’m kind of in the mood these days to slow it down and take it easy. One day I’ll actually bring my camera along and snap some pics. Don’t expect much though, when I do, my routes don’t generally involve much in the way of scenic, unless you find Suburban Neighborhood, USA to be scenic, that is.