Ride time. I’m not sure if I like the scheduling at my new job or not. I don’t have a set day off and my work days vary. I just had two days off, worked a 12 hour shift and now have today off. When in doubt, ride. (Just ignore the lovehandles) #cycling #cyclingphotos #igerscycling #tampacycling #nightcycling #nightshift #nights #gratefuldead #lovehandles
Taking a break at 2:00am during my metric century. Taking pictures in the dark, I wasn’t sure if I’d get a good one. I half expected something that looked like the scene when Pee Wee Herman puts on his headlight glasses after being ditched on the roadside.
Almost 1:00am on my “day” off. You know what that means. Time to ride. #cycling #nightcycling #nights #nightshift #tampacycling
Quick summary: My adjustment to night shift continues. It’s going well and I’ve really encountered minimal problems. I can’t even think of anything to kind-of gripe about right now.
The last several days have been rough though. April 4 was the four year anniversary of my infamous crash with a minivan. (I’ll look back and maybe repost the 1 year anniversary post I made in 2011) Ironically, I got food poisoning this year. And it’s been bad. My body vacated every last bit of sustenance, liquid and solid, and I’m just now starting to be able to eat again. So far all I have been able to keep down are hard boiled eggs, thin mint cookies that we stock piled from the girlscouts and a small piece of fish last night. Of course this hasn’t stopped me from riding and my last 100 miles or so have been awful.
So anyway, I also managed to keep some oatmeal down before this morning’s (last night’s?) ride. I started out around 12:30am and finished around 3:30am. One of the things I’ve been trying to figure out for my night rides is where I can refill water during my rides. I’ve always loved being close to several parks and trails because I could just swing in there and fill up. At night, they’re technically “closed” and I don’t feel like being all sneaky with my 5 million lumens of cycgolite technology making me look like the mother ship.
I also like to respect the rules of the parks. I’ll probably try and speak to a ranger on one of my day rides ask their opinion on the matter.
I also don’t particularly like going into gas stations or convenience stores to buy drinks on a ride. Not by myself. I don’t care about going in all kitted up, but I do have terrible paranoia of having my bike stolen. And at night, well, I’m not taking any chances.
So on today’s ride, I decided to keep my eyes open for vending machines. I figured that surely there must be soda/water machines everywhere just waiting to take my money! It’s just one of those things that you never really notice but then once you start looking, you can’t stop seeing them, right?
Apparently not. With all the little shopping centers, gas stations, car washes, etc, etc, that exist in this area, I couldn’t find a single one!
I mean, for the love of Eddie Merckx! Japan has vending machines where you can get eggs! EGGS! All I want is a bottle of water in well developed, populous, suburban town in a first world country!
So I’m 35 miles or so into my ride and while I’m not desperate for water, I’m starting to run low. The main aggravation is that the amount of water I have can easily dictate how many miles I put in. As I’m riding past an old neighborhood where I used to live, I glance over to another small shopping center with minimal hope. The large grocer that had been there closed down and now there’s only a Dollar Store, a sad little bar and I think a Chinese take out place.
But to my surprise I spot the glowing, incandescence of a soda machine! In my mind, this is what I saw:
I actually yelled out into the night, “SODA MACHINE!”
I immediately got into the turn lane and dove into the empty parking lot. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the machine lest it disappear like a mirage. I flew through the parking lot as though I was sprinting to the line in some inner-city criterium. As I approached the machine at 20 mph time slowed. I was victorious on so many levels! I sat up with my left hand resting on the top of my handlebar. My right clenched in a fist, pumping to the sky. I grinned as I mocked the fates and claimed my own private Roubaix!
But the fates got the last laugh. For as I celebrated, they threw a small, jagged speed bump in my way. Literally, a speed bump in the parking lot. Twenty feet from the soda machine, I suddenly found myself airborne. Luckily time had already slowed down and I had enough time to watch my bike shoot forward and slide across the pavement. I also had enough time to tuck my right arm (previously pumping in the air jubilantly) and roll onto my shoulder completing one full body roll before jumping to my feet. Thankfully, I use cleats with rubber grippers or else I probably would have ended up looking like I was ice skating.
I stood bewildered since I didn’t know what the hell just happened. I didn’t see it coming. I waited a few minutes for the adrenaline to go to see if my body would start hurting. It didn’t. All was clear. Now to claim my prize!
Battered, humiliated and dying of thirst I approached the machine. Looking over the selections all I want is what’s behind one of the five buttons with the water label.
I hang my head in shame. The only thing available: Orange Crush.
So you know what I did? I bought the fucking thing. And I sat there in that empty parking lot and drank it. I drank that wretched, artificial, sugary bottle of corn syrup. And when I was done, I was thirstier than before I drank it!
But I won. I beat the night.
Glad I left early! Finished tonight’s ride just in time. #cycling #tampacycling #nightcycling #nightshift #weather #rain #tampa
The cute moment of the day… A future Ronde winner?
I’m sorry. That payphone is just TOO much for me to handle.
I take pride in being a big guy cyclist. I may not beat you, but I’ll make you work DAMN hard to do it. #primal #clydesdale #cycling #tampacycling #fatbastard #jersey #pride
There is something SERIOUSLY wrong with that second headline. Knowing that this is in Palmetto, FL (and what palmetto, fl is like) I’m having a hard time grasping this.
When TV sets had two channel knobs and you were the remote control.
Pretty close to the first TVs I recall.
This looks just like the TV we had when I was a kid.