Return of the White

I took a quick power nap before running last night. 30 minutes after laying down, rolled over and peered outside to see large snow flakes coming down. I slid off the bed cussing and pretty much talking myself out of going. But, the type of person I am (idiot) I decided that it was a good idea to still go... and quite frankly, it was a good idea.

Wind was in the 2os mph, blowing snow, wind chill putting it in the low teens.

My eyelashes kept freezing together, I had snow boxing gloves, and my collar was frozen. Mr. Winkie wasn't exactly happy either. I forgot my windstopper crotch protection. 7 to 8 was good enough to make me happy I did so.


The previous weekend, EB gifted me a Salsa 48T front chain ring for my single speed. It was very appreciated and turned my every day steed into a speed stud. Now all I need is at least one brake that works good enough to stop me... seriously.

In all the rage of new parts and cleaning, I decided to pull off some of the braze-on cable stays. I had done it to a couple of them on the rear of the bike, but when I pulled off one on the down tube, just like pulling my ear off, it left a hole in the frame. Well $hit. I covered it up with a sticker... that should bring it back to being structurally sound. I've really enjoyed the extra pedal-power it provides.



Speaking of pedal power, EB put up a new site for all to partake and enjoy. He's stripped his old one, so you don't get anything else to look at. So deal with it -- with a smile!

So I mentioned it snowed. EB set up a indoor loop for fun pedaling at the OVC and I figured I'd try it out at my place of residence. I'd be lying if I said I didn't spend a few hours today making loops. No joke. Any word that you may hear of me riding around in the evening with just a head lamp on and a pair of shoes holds no water.