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.
Please note that a note has been noted in the post that mentioned the Feral Cat Coalition of Oregon last week, the one about cats and their people. If you scroll down, you will see it in bold print.
posted by kate gawf @ 7:28 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.
Other blogs about biking:
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The (scaredy) cats:
http://www.philvarner.com/photos/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&g2_itemId=1417&g2_serialNumber=2
Thanks for the cat photo, Phil. That looks like the exact same spot where I was trying to take pictures of them. Feral cats must be one of the most elusive photographic subjects in urban life.
They're usually there in the morning on my commute. The funniest thing is when the 4 identical black cats sit equidistantly along the railroad track.
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