While on my bike ride yesterday I was convinced that spring had finally arrived. The air temperature was in the 50’s (F) but the brilliant sunshine made it feel much warmer than that. It was beautiful. I was wearing long cycling pants and two layers on top and I was sweating. All I could think about was another bike ride tomorrow with shorts and a T-shirt. In fact, I thought about putting on the lycra for the first time in several months and getting out into the countryside on my roadie bike for some high-speed cycling. A sprint or two. A time trial. Greg the racer! YES, finally I could ride the Minnesota highways free as a bird–unencumbered by multiple layers of clothing and by the slow tires of my mountain bike and my touring bike. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.
After a restless night, tomorrow finally came. (Tomorrow being today at this point.) I rarely eat breakfast so I was ready to ride as soon as I squeezed into biking clothes. “Spring weather, skinny tires, and smooth roads, here I come!”
If nothing else, I managed to pull off an incredibly brilliant piece of acting–as you can see in the photos above. Unprecedented in the world of bicycle blogging, I was able to successfully blend the cute facial expression of that little kid in Home Alone with a quote from the bloated Colonel-gone-mad in Apocalypse Now. Is there anybody else who could have combined the ingenious acting talents of Marlon Brando and McCauley Caulkin? I don’t think so.
I have one advantage over those two respected Hollywood stars, however. I ride my bike in the snow. (Word has it that both Marlon and McCauley cowered in fear at the prospect of cycling in a snowstorm.) So I put my roadie bike back in the garage, changed into some warmer clothing, and came back out with my mountain bike. It might just be my imagination, but I’ve found that thick knobby tires work better in fresh snow.
It was a short ride, not because I’m afraid to pedal in the snow, but because the snow was mixed with sleet and the wind-driven sleet was stinging my face. As an actor on par with Brando and Caulkin, I have to protect one of my most important assets. Speaking of my face, here is one more picture of it from that all-important opening scene. My wife, The Feeshko, was the cinematographer and she did a great job of capturing a couple of gigantic snowflakes. I close this post with her work of art.