Brambor
Well-Known Member
I suppose today is day 0 of my attempt to commute to work. I wanted to start yesterday but I woke up to light snow and a forecast for snow turning to freezing rain turning to rain.
So I skipped Friday. When I drove to work I did see one diehard commuter on a bicycle and felt like a wuss
Today (Saturday) I woke up at 6AM committed to bike to work as a trial run. I figured this would be a great way to check two routes that I am considering.
I got out of the house and slid on my stairs. Ice. We still have snow around the house, there is still skiing at resorts and in the woods. I went anyway. I wanted to do Route 2 but when I got to the dirt road it was blocked by about 8 foot high snowbank from the snow plows. I guess I will have to wait for this to melt.
Took Route 1...
Set the bike to turbo mode.
It was a great day, not too cold. The rain puddles from yesterday were frozen. I was committed to be careful. ehm. So after about 3 miles and conquering about 4 hills I'm ripping it over 30 miles an hour on this minor downhill slope when I hit more extensive black ice, laid down the bike and covered the next 100 feet sliding on my left side. Besides torn jacket, maybe a slightly bruised rib, bruised ego and a minor road rash on my arm I was ok. Glad to be ok. The bike was totally ok too except of a minor scuff on the rearview mirror and slight nick on the saddle. I think the lack of extensive damage from the sliding was the ice on the road. It was pretty smooth sliding.
Ok. Got up, drank some hot tea and continued on my way. On the way I thought about how typical this is for my personality. When I first started sea kayaking I got probably the most expert seakayak (Nordkapp) and it took me a while to tame the beast and be comfortable. Looks like I have to give the Turbo more respect and understand that the black wheeled stalion will buck me if I don't behave.
The road wasn't too busy for the rest of the way to work. I kept a steady 20mph average and felt good. Most of my gears stayed on the highest gear or the second highest gear. The most noticeable electric aid was on the steep hills (obvious). I never went lower than the middle of the gears on the steepest hill and felt comfortable biking.
Got to work, checked on some apps I've been writing, and some jobs that I've been running over the weekend and now I'm sitting here typing this. Time to head back home soon.
So I skipped Friday. When I drove to work I did see one diehard commuter on a bicycle and felt like a wuss
Today (Saturday) I woke up at 6AM committed to bike to work as a trial run. I figured this would be a great way to check two routes that I am considering.
- Route 1 - shorter but more dangerous.
- Route 2 - 5 miles longer but much safer. It required a short jaunt through a dirt road next to my house.
I got out of the house and slid on my stairs. Ice. We still have snow around the house, there is still skiing at resorts and in the woods. I went anyway. I wanted to do Route 2 but when I got to the dirt road it was blocked by about 8 foot high snowbank from the snow plows. I guess I will have to wait for this to melt.
Took Route 1...
Set the bike to turbo mode.
It was a great day, not too cold. The rain puddles from yesterday were frozen. I was committed to be careful. ehm. So after about 3 miles and conquering about 4 hills I'm ripping it over 30 miles an hour on this minor downhill slope when I hit more extensive black ice, laid down the bike and covered the next 100 feet sliding on my left side. Besides torn jacket, maybe a slightly bruised rib, bruised ego and a minor road rash on my arm I was ok. Glad to be ok. The bike was totally ok too except of a minor scuff on the rearview mirror and slight nick on the saddle. I think the lack of extensive damage from the sliding was the ice on the road. It was pretty smooth sliding.
Ok. Got up, drank some hot tea and continued on my way. On the way I thought about how typical this is for my personality. When I first started sea kayaking I got probably the most expert seakayak (Nordkapp) and it took me a while to tame the beast and be comfortable. Looks like I have to give the Turbo more respect and understand that the black wheeled stalion will buck me if I don't behave.
The road wasn't too busy for the rest of the way to work. I kept a steady 20mph average and felt good. Most of my gears stayed on the highest gear or the second highest gear. The most noticeable electric aid was on the steep hills (obvious). I never went lower than the middle of the gears on the steepest hill and felt comfortable biking.
Got to work, checked on some apps I've been writing, and some jobs that I've been running over the weekend and now I'm sitting here typing this. Time to head back home soon.