My election day blues were dispersed and replaced by bright sunshine yesterday as I biked home from downtown along High Street. A young cyclist passed me just north of campus and I caught his back wheel and we biked together for a couple miles up to Baer Wheels, where I was dropping off my Night Rider light which stopped working--Dave Baer says he can send it back to the factory and they can probably fix it. The warranty expired quite awhile ago, but the light was expensive and if they can fix it it'll save me having to buy a new one and keep my old one out of a landfill. I really need a light this time of year, so Dave loaned me one until mine comes back.
Turns out my new friend, Andrew, is a 29 year-old computer programmer who works in the Arena District and lives in Clintonville. He started biking to work this year and has lost 30 pounds. He agreed to stop at Baer Wheels so I could snap his photo for you. Doesn't he look great!
While I was getting Andrew's photo, another cyclist friend, Jerry, who owns a downtown marketing and graphics company and commutes via twowheels from his home in the North End, happened by. I joined him on his ride north. I told him I'm nursing a pulled muscle and he recommended fish oil pills--he swears by them to help heal muscle pulls and general inflammation. "You can get 250 pills for 10 bucks at Target," he offered. I asked Beth to pick some up next time she's there.
I left work a little early yesterday because we went to the Bob Dylan concert at the Schott. Bob's voice was never great and the little voice he had is mostly gone, so he growls his way through all the great songs Beth and I grew up with. But he looked great (I wonder if he bicycles--he's from Minnesota) and his band was superb, and we and our friends had a great time. And it made me want to relearn a few of his songs to maybe perform with the Pep Boys--don't know how that'll go over with my bandmates.
It was definitely brisk riding in this morning and, according to the forecast, I might be riding home through some flurries this evening. I love twowheeling through the change of seasons and I'm already starting the countdown toward an important date on the twowheeling calendar--the Winter Solstice--when the days begin to get longer.
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