Originally Posted by seedsbelize

Train and bus. Thinking I'll just stop with the flying thing. I don't travel that much anymore anyway, and I love the train and hate the flight. Time? What's a little bit of time, to me?
But that's a very good idea.

Originally Posted by LesterOfPuppets

The lox portion really matters to me. Gotta be 2 layers minimum throughout. I like assembling them at home the best, mainly cuz I like to put fresh ground pepper on top.

Originally Posted by rjones28

It's a group thing. Like an IRL group. What?

Originally Posted by abshipp

I have taken trains a few times into Chicago. I would definitely like to make a longer journey on one.

Originally Posted by bampilot06

I’ll never understand the person that has to hear themselves speak, And continue even when it is obvious nobody else cares.

Originally Posted by Bah Humbug

Tell yourself that a bagel isn't even close to worth the effort to resolve. That's where I've gotten to - if something's going to be craved, it had better be ice cream or something else truly indulgent. A bagel? No.

Originally Posted by rpenmanparker

Hey, folks. I just wanted to let you know I don’t have much to say these days. Busy with other things. I will pop in and out, but please don’t be concerned if you don’t hear from me for a while. Ride safely and have fun.

Originally Posted by WhyFi

I also feel that tomato has no place in a bagel AT ALL. Ick.

Originally Posted by datlas

Yes. It was fun. I got to drop my "heavy" friend as we crested the hills. He caught up, of course.

To do a group ride like IRL you need to make a Zwift Meetup (which is a by-invitation group ride) and we use an app called Discord to talk to each other. You use headphones/mic to talk. It's way fun. You should try it sometime. The hour went by super-fast!

Originally Posted by WhyFi

A *good* bagel with lox and cream cheese? Oh, that's worth it, at least once every blue moon.

Originally Posted by Velo Vol

That's kind of where this goes, but I'll see if it's relatable.

I was being moused up in the infusion center this morning. At first it was just me. Nice and peaceful, except for the TV playing HGTV.

Half an hour or so in an old, skinny guy wanders in. It seemed he was supposed to be waiting in the waiting room, as he had not yet made his required stop with the PA, but somehow he had gotten buzzed in and was messing around with the infusion room coffee machine.

The nurse jokingly chided him for being well behind his scheduled appointment. I think she was annoyed because they close at noon on Fridays, but rather than say that directly, she mitigated, with teasing.

He sat at the opposite side of the room as me.

A little later a middle age lady comes in and sits on his side. Soon she joins in the banter with the coffee guy and nurse. She turns out to be much noisier than him. Guy was messing with the paper work we were required to fill out because "it's a new year." Anyway, for some reason he asked for scissors. After he used them, as the nurse was returning to her station, the loud woman stopped her and tried to get her to cut the sleeve on her blouse for the upcoming injection. wut

Anyway, while all this tomfoolery is going on across the room, I'm minding my own business, reading my book or trying to nap. It didn't take long for loud lady to seize upon the contrast and deemed my side of the room the "good side," meaning quiet and not joshing with the nurse, I assume.

Then the needlephobe came in. She brought in her husband, apparently for moral support. He looked like the ZZ Top guitarist and oddly just stood there the whole time, rather than sit in one of the chairs. After a little random back and forth, it came out that needlephobe didn't eat bacon because she had become a "Hebrew" and then her conversation with the loud lady was off to the races on theology. I'm not sure why you would talk to a complete stranger at the doctor's office about that, but hey, it's more substantive than "what's for lunch?"

During this conversation the loud lady made another reference to the "good side." Then finally before I left, she came at me again about my quietness.

I'm guessing I'm not alone here, but for me whenever I'm in a social setting with someone new, the first time they comment on me not saying much, I'm like, "yeah, you're right." But then it gets more every time they say it thereafter.

The End.

Originally Posted by WhyFi

A *good* bagel with lox and cream cheese? Oh, that's worth it, at least once every blue moon.

Originally Posted by abshipp

I have taken trains a few times into Chicago. I would definitely like to make a longer journey on one.

Indianapolis is a long way from the Yucatan peninsula via the land route.

Originally Posted by MoAlpha

Ordered an expensive MIPS helmet to replace the cracked one and will replace my beloved Gore vest, which got shredded, in International Fred Yellow. I think I can get through the rest of the season without replacing the tights. I will take my beautiful Ibex jacket to the Korean ladies to get the holes darned.

Originally Posted by MoAlpha

However, what is currently sold as a bagel in NYC bears only a passing resemblance to the ancient food of my people, which was much denser, chewier, smaller, and less crusty. Something of the kind still exists in Montreal.

Originally Posted by WhyFi

That place in Park Slope was/is the shizz. They are not the bready monstrosities that pass for bagels in much of the US.

Originally Posted by rjones28

There's a smoked ham steak with a maple syrup rub in the oven. The aroma has made me forget what I was previously craving.

Originally Posted by rjones28

Someone recommended DD to me for a bagel. Said they were great. They were not.

Originally Posted by rpenmanparker

Hey, folks. I just wanted to let you know I don’t have much to say these days.

Originally Posted by WhyFi

A *good* bagel with lox and cream cheese? Oh, that's worth it, at least once every blue moon.

Originally Posted by abshipp

Originally Posted by MoAlpha

will replace my beloved Gore vest, which got shredded, in International Fred Yellow.