I’ve always wanted yo say that and now I can.
So I’ve been really lazy as far as getting y bike put back together to go on some long rides. I got new TIME pedals and I want to see how they hold up. Granted my Shimano 105 pedals were fine, my cleats were wearing away and saw a good impulse deal on these. Only thing is, they need to be tighten by a tool other then the bike wrench.
Anyway, my bike has been sitting flipped over all winter and I need to fix that because I haven’t even had a chance to break in the bike after it was properly tuned up.
Though my city bike has been getting all the attention, I miss a long ride.
Keep the good around you. Positivity works and you feed off of it. I don’t know why it takes so much to keep me motivated but when you comes, you have to run with it. Sometimes you get stuck in the rut of things.
I need to dust off my road bike and go for some long rides again. I get a kick out of riding my other bike around town but something is mentally freeing when you go for a long ride. There’s a mental challenge to keep going but also, it’s pretty meditative too because it’s just you and the road. You just go for as long as you want to, especially when you’re out on the open country roads.
I’m going to try my new pedals once I figure out why they are so weird. My Shimano 105s have worked their hearts out but I want to feel a difference under my feet. So I’ll see how that works out and report it.
If I knew the things I know now and my little obsessions, this would have been the most awesome EE design project in college. Instead of heat sensors, I could have used servos in another way. The mechanics, the fun and the vandalism. BIKES and RAINBOWS. What more can you ask for?
Clap it up.
I miss living there. It’s one of the few places in Houston that feels like it has character without feeling like it was unsafe. Sure, my car got broken into the first week I moved to that area but still, there’s more pro’s then con’s whenever I think about it. For a lot of people I know, the Washington Ave. strip is pretty far but for my, it was “down the street.” Not to mention so was Memorial Park, Heights Blvd. (bike lanes, ftw), Montrose, Downtown, Galleria, Memorial Mall area and a hop onto 610 to go in any direction I wanted.
More importantly, I never hesitated to take my bike out for a ride around the area. It was a daily occurrence to take the bike out, if the weather permitted. Friday night rides would have been on the regular now that I know some folks down to go. Also, it didn’t hurt that I had a lot of extra time while I was “in-between jobs.” I made my time worthwhile and if I had a choice, I would move back around that area or around the Energy Corridor depending on what’s more convenient. Being bike accessible is now a requirement. Just cuz.
“Better late than never” Well, that’s where a lot of my hobbies started. I seriously wish that I had done more of these things as a kid just because I would have taken fuller advantage of knowing how to do certain things now. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with learning new things but some things are easier to learn when you’re a kid and you can be a little more Dare-Devil in the risks you take. The reason I never did is because we just didn’t have that kind of money. Now that I have my own money and make a decent living for myself, also the spare time, it’s fun to take on new things.
Forever evolving. There IS a perfect golf swing but there aren’t always perfect conditions. That’s what makes the game so interesting. The wind fluctuates, the holes move, the courses change and the equipment does as well. It’s a game you have to get a “feel” for, if that makes sense. So many things go on in your head before you strike the ball, you think about how you bring back the club, how much force you’re going to apply in your follow through, if you’re using the right club and if you calculated the wind correctly, did you hook or shank the ball… This game can be as simple or as complicated as you want it to be. Also, to me, it’s a great way to clear your head.
It makes you feel like a kid again. Concrete waves or concrete mountains. Depends how you want to ride, I guess. It beats paying for lift tickets or wiping out out deep in the ocean. Are there legit places where people can carve down a ridiculous concrete course without having to run from security in parking garages? Let’s go.
It’s the home away from home type of hobby. Being a born-bred Houstonian, this is not a native sport. There has to be snow and mountains involved. Or at least a hill and I think we have maybe 2 in Houston. Once you finally connect the heel-toe turns together, the sport goes from tiring and being sore from falling to being some of the funnest times and some of the quickest. Quickest being, you never thought you’d being going up and down a mountain so quick that you actually get your lift ticket’s worth.
This is the lifelong passion that has grown. I don’t just ride bikes anymore; I’m consumed by them whenever I see one. There’s casual riders, commuters, weekend warriors, exercisers, racers, thrill-seekers, etc. It suits personalities. It can be a money-pit, if you get obsessed with accessories and components. You’ll never stop upgrading and if you reach that point, you almost probably want to get another bike to start a whole other wishlist. It’s just fun. Just like everything else that makes you happy, it makes you feel like a kid again. It’s liberation, for sure.
I’ve just always had an eye for things I wanted to portrait. Some things you think won’t do justice by a camera but at least it freezes the memory of what it was like of being there. It’s fun to catch a concept of a composition within a “3×5.” Heck, even post-processing can be fun when you have tools you like to work with and an idea about how you want your pictures to come out. I need to become more proactive with my stuff again. I have a lot of stuff I’ve yet to do anything with and a lot of ideas out there that I haven’t captured yet.
“These are a few of my favorite things.”