A day off from work. Barely a cloud in the sky. Warm, but not overly so.
Sounds like a great time to ride, right?
And ride I did. On Arielle. The ride was even breezier than the day. In fact, at times, it seemed just as easy when I was riding into the breeze as when it blew at my back.
I did a metric century (105 km, or 65 miles, to be exact) and was no worse for it. In fact, I felt even more invigorated at the end of it. The only reason I didn't ride longer, or take another ride, is that I have a couple of things to take care of tonight to prepare for my participation in Pride Weekend events.
So where's the rub, you ask? Surely you don't read this blog for conflict-free stories (Is that an oxymoron?) and happy endings, now, do you?
All right, there was one slight problem. Along Rockaway or Coney Island Beach, I wanted to take some photos of Arielle with the Ruth Works bags and new handlebar tape. When I stopped at a spot along the reconstructed Rockaway boardwalk where I thought the light was particularly nice, I turned on the camera. Actually, it didn't turn on: The battery was dead!
I think I accidentally turned it on the last time I put it away. I have another battery that I keep in the charger and when I switch batteries, I put the depleted one in the charger. Unfortunately, the charged battery and charger were in my apartment!
So I took only this photo with my cell phone. It's not bad, given the phone and my skills. But I couldn't capture the kind of detail I'd hoped to have in new photos I would have used to update the blog. Oh well.
Sounds like a great time to ride, right?
And ride I did. On Arielle. The ride was even breezier than the day. In fact, at times, it seemed just as easy when I was riding into the breeze as when it blew at my back.
I did a metric century (105 km, or 65 miles, to be exact) and was no worse for it. In fact, I felt even more invigorated at the end of it. The only reason I didn't ride longer, or take another ride, is that I have a couple of things to take care of tonight to prepare for my participation in Pride Weekend events.
So where's the rub, you ask? Surely you don't read this blog for conflict-free stories (Is that an oxymoron?) and happy endings, now, do you?
All right, there was one slight problem. Along Rockaway or Coney Island Beach, I wanted to take some photos of Arielle with the Ruth Works bags and new handlebar tape. When I stopped at a spot along the reconstructed Rockaway boardwalk where I thought the light was particularly nice, I turned on the camera. Actually, it didn't turn on: The battery was dead!
I think I accidentally turned it on the last time I put it away. I have another battery that I keep in the charger and when I switch batteries, I put the depleted one in the charger. Unfortunately, the charged battery and charger were in my apartment!
So I took only this photo with my cell phone. It's not bad, given the phone and my skills. But I couldn't capture the kind of detail I'd hoped to have in new photos I would have used to update the blog. Oh well.
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