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April 21, 2007
Rounding Out The Week
Wednesday I lost my phone to find it Thursday morning in my office and in vibrate mode.
Friday I lost my wallet only to find it in the washer and wet.
Today I rode The Mighty Schwinn to Grove City High School to watch Haydn put the shot. It's just over 20 miles from my door to GCHS and I arrived just a short bit before Haydn was up.
When I got off the bike I reached into my bike bag and, still suffering from handle-bar grip, pulled out my small camera bag within which was my camera. As I went to open the bag I sort of lost control of it and it tumbled form the ground. In all honesty I've dropped the camera several times and just a couple of weeks ago I knocked of off the picnic table onto the concrete patio while it was out of the bag.
As it tumbled to the ground I didn't even try to catch it; I knew it would be safe.
I picked it up, worked the kinks out of my hand, opened the bag, took out the camera, turned it on and watched the lens zoom out, and then went to frame a shot. The LCD was broken.
The camera still works, I just can't use the LCD viewfinder so I can't review photos I've taken and I'm going to be out of luck if I ever need to change the time or date.
This first photo was taken before the camera broke.
This is a picture of my seat and two of my water bottles. I'm going to share one of my cycling secrets with you — one that I think is very important. You'll notice that I prefer the urine-colored Gatorade. The reason for this is that while I'm not certain what magic the body employs to turn fluid a urine color I assume it must require some sort of energy that the body provides in the form of calories. When you're out on the road you need all of your caloric power to be going to the pedals, not to liquid-color conversion. I figure by choosing an already-urine-colored fluid I'm providing extra pedaling energy.
I eat only chocolate colored Clif Bars for a similar reason.
You might also notice that the nose of my seat is up. I think this is a trick of the camera angle or the way the bike is sitting on the driveway. I've angled the nose of the seat down just a bit for some extra-manliness comfort. Although if it is up a bit — or even level — that would explain a thought I had while I was pedaling: Why can't they design a seat that cradles the testicles like a hand does? That always feels good. The nose of the seat could even look like a hand and the seats could be named after women.
Younger guys might want the Beyoncé while guys my age might go for the Farrah Fawcett. And I'm talking the Charlie's Angels Farrah — not the present-day kinda-crazy Farrah … you know, unless that's what you're into.
I know I'd buy a Patricia Heaton, Courtney Thorne-Smith, Amanda Tapping and a Jamie Gertz without even giving them a test sit.
Of course, if the seats were made too well, it could lead to a state in which the rider needs to take a nap which isn't good when you're on bicycle. Then again, it could just as likely trigger the I-need-to-get-out-of-here-now response, which is good when you're on a bicycle.
[Women … before any one of you even suggests a Ron Jeremy for the gals … well, just think long and hard about it (no pun intended); is that really what you want when you're trying to keep SUVs from running you down. You'll be safer with a regular seat. If you need to you can hit a railroad track hard once in a while.]
The following photos were taken post-LCD cracking.
Ahh, um. After I got home I rode the bike another 10 miles to make it a total of almost 52 miles. I celebrated by washing a big, honkin' chocolate Clif Bar down with a cool, refreshing, yellow Gatorade.
And then I had some pizza.
Posted by delmer at April 21, 2007 8:46 PM
Comments
That sounds like a custom fitted seat. You would order the kit, like custom insoles, mix up the goo, assume the position, remove, allow the goo to set up, send it in and then in 10 weeks viola the seat arrives. Maybe the seat would also make your pants cut through the wind better, if you know what I mean. I'll take the Eva Longoria, Kate Austen, Vanessa Marcil, or Alyson Hannigan editions please, whichever is available.
Posted by: Mikeo at April 21, 2007 10:21 PM
A Vanessa Marcil would be nice as would the Alyson Hannigan (the red version).
I can tell by watching SNL tonight that the Bjork seat is going to find it's way to the discount bin.
Posted by: delmer at April 22, 2007 12:58 AM