Bingo. Clipping a pedal is an art.

Today's ride was so much fun that I almost forgot about the two false starts.

False start #1: Dressed up for the cold, got everything set up, and rolled out. Halfway down the first long block of Alameda de las Pulgas, I realize I'm not seeing cadence because I didn't put a cadence sensor on the Ritchey. Or a speed sensor, but the GPS takes care of that. Since I'd gone less than a block, I headed back home and got them.

False Start #2: I had put on the $60 bibs from The Black Bibs, underneath tights, thinking that the tights would keep me from sliding around on the saddle, like the slick fabric of the Black Bibs makes me do. I got 3 blocks down the Alameda before I sez to my self, "Self, this just ain't workin'. 55 miles of this s*** will be pure hell." So I headed home AGAIN, swapped The Black Slick Bibs for one of my old standby Louis Garneaus, added knee warmers, and headed out again.

I ALMOST turned around when I found that my front STI was getting uncooperative - sometimes it would drop from the big ring to the small and sometimes the lever just did nothing. Luckily, this bike has a 53/39 ad 12-30, so I don't have to shift the front as often as if it were the Bianchi with 50/34, but it was annoying. I guess it's time for the WD40 blast treatment.

I was working a road race course for our local club once. As the Cat 5 group approached my location, on a flat straight bit of road, they fell in a heap for no apparent reason.

Maybe you have problems that aren't being treated?

That's what the whisky is for.

Rabbit saddle is the best piece of meat on the planet.

The best meal I had while touring southern Spain was a half a grilled rabbit in onion sauce with roasted potatoes in a small, mountain town.

When a group of us went to the Italian Cycling Center in 2013 there was a rabbit farm in the big city near our village. Free range and kept in by a high fence. I had it for dinner at least twice during the nearly two weeks we were there. I also had horse, but that’s a different story.

It’s not a huge effect, but statins can do that.

I have eluded the family bugbears so far, but only by dint of large amounts of exercise since college and a careful diet over the last few years. I put on some weight and got borderline hypertensive for a while in my 50s, when career, kid, and dwindling parents piled up on me and exercise decreased.

Discuss.

My sister who had the collapse back in August was put on Lipitor - among other things - and had extreme muscle wasting. She's managed, over the last 3 months, to work her way back up to walking as far as 1.9 miles, but it's been a slog. I don't know why she was put on lipitor, but I suspect it's a case of too many cooks spoiling the brouhaha.

Is the past's vision of the future REALLY 'futuristic'?

That suggestion might be bad, but current models are ugly.

'Strue. They make me think, "This is how Communists would build the Worker's Bike".

I think the road bike or gravel bikes ones look pretty spiffy, but for the Great Unwashed, the standard ugly provide the upright position they're either used to or think they want. I do worry that they're so heavy, and so badly designed for speed that riders taking them down hill might get in over their heads.

This one has rugged good looks.

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And won't get chain grease on your trousers.

One of my cycling friends just hit 16k for the year. That’s crazy.

Marginally better than these

The ensemble Mrs. rjones28 played with tonight also included a piccolo trumpet.

Link?

No video of today's event, AFAIK.

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Next time inquire if you can make one.

No

Statins are essentially the default at this point and there’s always a reason.

I refer to mine, snarkily, to my painfully sincere and conscientious PCP, as the “immortality pill.” I was on atorvastatin for a while and had lots of post-exercise discomfort. The water soluble ones, such as pravastatin, don’t enter muscle cells as readily and have milder side effects.

Wow, no appreciation of Schola Cantorum.

Boy howdy!

This summer I rode with a guy who is now over 21,240 for the year and rode them fast. He’s retired and recently lost his son to a hematological malignancy, poor man, so that explains some of it.

They do have this recording from five years and one day ago.

No piccolo trumpet.