Journal of a mature, non-Olympic woman in the process of converting to cycling as a method of daily transportation. Dealing with weather and assorted perils; exploring equipment, psychological fortitude, and diet; experiencing our surroundings on a smaller, closer scale; saving gas & boycotting the car industry.
Despite the appearance of total mayhem at the event, officials in every capacity directed, refereed, announced and recorded every move. Here, a woman with a stopwatch and a clipboard officiates while a new jouster readies for take-off. The brave referee, probably the participant most at-risk for injury, kept his place in the thick of the action at all times.
posted by kate gawf @ 7:25 AM
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"She's no spring chicken," my mother would disclose mercilessly about women in their thirties trying to impersonate youth. Now, I'm even past the no-spring-chicken age. So don't think you have to be 12 to start riding a bike everywhere. I'm working out all the pesky details for you in case you want to do this yourself. But even if you never do it, you'll still know what it's like because I'm going to shrink you down to the size of a little rubber elf and glue you onto my handlebars. No changing your mind, no matter how much you beg me. So don't even start this unless you're sure you have the guts. PS: My other bike is a broom.
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Did you happen to catch the Saturday Oregonian's story about the horses?
And now there's the interesting article about bicyclists and pedestrians in the July issue of "Portland Monthly."
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