I finally hit 55 mph going down South Park drive in the Berkeley Hills the other day. I wonder how much faster I can get in that straightaway without changing my cassette.
I'm working every day this month. It's weird. Trying to mix up my commute.
Washing my glasses the night before the Berkeley Bike Club Criterium which I did Sunday morning before work. Got fourth place. Out of 18 though. I should have tried harder at the end. Did win some socks and a pound of coffee.
This year Blake did all the work. While I was in Peru he put together the "Rad Massaker", a name his friend in Switzerland told him would be appropriate. Rad means bike over there. All I did was email Superfly about five times trying to score us both another personal stash of caffeinated energy tablets but they were lame and didn't even send so much as an envelope with Superfly dust...*
I spent yesterday driving around with Blake in his truck, blasting drum and bass and picking up stuff as it fell off the back into traffic. Had a great hanging out in the sun. Almost 200 people showed up and 100 finished. More than last year I think, and it was a hard course.
The start:
*Bevology, if you're reading this, for the record we only kept enough to become dependent before we ran out. We gave the rest away at the race. So next year, please hook us up again, ok?
The weekly Port of Oakland ride on Tuesdays. I was riding around the Port this afternoon with Blake. It's a totally different place during the day - full of trucks, some that I skitched simply because it was too easy. He took this video yesterday of the POO Ride
It looks fast, doesn't it? I hope I can hang on next Tuesday.
My trusty camera phone is busted and I more or less ride the same route day in and day out, so not much has been going on here.
I'll be out of the country for a month. Maybe when I get back I'll get a new phone and inspiration.
Skitched a car for half a second this morning on the way in to work. I haven't been doing much of that lately, mostly because I'm on my ridiculous cruiser with Dura-Ace pedals and carbon rail seat. It was a green pickup with a back cover, making a left I quickly found out, so I had to slingshoot off in the intersection.
