I wish I lived in an exotic cycling locale like coastal California, the Pacific Northwest, England, New England, Bavaria, the Chesapeake Bay area, northern Kentucky, anyplace in Australia, Illinois farm country, etc., etc., etc. It would also be nice to have no permanent home at all and bike my way through such interesting places as, say, Croatia and Italy. You folks are so lucky.
Indeed, I think it would be nice to ride around and take pictures and write about all the beautiful and distinctive features of such magical lands. But I live in Minnesota, and the only noteworthy thing I’ve got to offer from October through March is weather stuff. And it’s mostly BAD weather stuff, though that’s a matter of perspective. However there is one GOOD thing about my weather stuff and that would be you aren’t required to read it.
Let’s go back to the featured photo if you will. I’ll give you a couple of seconds to scroll back up there. Other than apologizing for the featured photo being a screen shot, I just want to say that it is very unusual for MY Town to be experiencing such a long streak of high temperatures in the 20’s and 30’s in mid-October. Normally it would be in the 50’s. It was also very unusual to get 8-inches of snow this early. So don’t go thinking October in Minnesota is ALWAYS this bad.
At this point, my post could use a picture to break up this barrage of words, but I don’t have one that fits yet. So I’ll keep typing for a little longer.
This morning started like any other. I got up at 7:00, drank my coffee, and checked my e-mails as the light of day entered my windows. Then something strange happened. At about 9:00 the light of day began reversing itself. The sky took on an increasingly darker appearance. It was the same eerie gray/green-ness that reminds those of us who live in the middle of the U.S. of a tornado warning.
Then came a flash of lightning, followed by a big roar of thunder, followed by more of the same, followed by a torrential downpour of sleet. This would have been a great opportunity for Storm Chaser Greg to ply his trade. Alas, I had to take The Feeshko to her physical therapy appointment.
When we got back to MY Town an hour-and-a-half later, the weather was more moderate, but still dangerous enough for me to ride The Mountain Bike I Can’t Get Rid Of for about an hour.
A few of you have commented on my skill at recording videos while riding one-handed in inclement weather. One person called it “impressive.” Another person said “that’s one word for it.” I surmised that he meant “SUPERSMART” was another word for it. That’s the word I would use.
I will close today’s post with another SUPERSMART video.