The cleansing has finally began. And since I waited entirely to long to clean mr. volpe, the process will be long and challenging. Well, not so much challenging but long. I've also put a lot of undue wear and tear on my rear rim, by riding in such muddy conditions and not cleaning the rim and brake pads right away. Let this be a lesson to all of you out there. Most of the bike is clean now, and paint chips have been patched. Next, is to clean the rims and adjust the derailleurs and brake pads.
Bored yet, I am. The point I'm slowly getting at is that I'm riding my "C" squad bike this week. While I love the black bomber, she is very very slow. The upside to this is that I can sit back and watch all the other commuters pass me with little shame, considering what I'm riding. With spring in full bloom many fair weather riders are back out, and a slow speed is probably my safest bet.
It's also around this time that spandex clad "racers" begin their yearly ritual of commuter slalom. As I've pointed out on several occasions, its nearly impossible for even the most seasoned riders to let you know they are passing you by calling out a friendly "on your left". My new theory however, is that it is part of some competition. The rulers are simple, pass slower commuters as fast and as close as you possibly can. The only other rule being that you must take no notice of these riders as you pass. Even when taunted by these slow moving cyclists (which I've been know to do) you must not let on that you are aware of their presents. I'm still working out the scoring system for Commuter Slalom, but it must go something to the effect of speed + proximity to commuter * ignorance of rider = you win. More details to follow.
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