I know that most bloggers save their "funnies" for Friday or Saturday. But I imagine that some of you can use a laugh or two on Monday, today. And the weather has been dismal: Not enough snow to create a winter wonderland, but enough to turn into a glacier of soot when the temperature drops at night. And subsequent layers of rain, sleet, snow and freezing rain encase ever-more of this city's detritus in ice. Hopefully, they won't remain for as long as a beetle found encased in amber.
Anyway, I thought I could pick up your spirits (or, at least, mine) with some photos from the wall of I Love Cycling.
I've outrun an animal or two in my time. But I never had to keep one step (or tire-tread) away from a mad cow:
I imagine the bike needed to be cleaned after that. Maybe this isn't the best way to go about it:
Nor is this:
After showering, you can change into something more comfortable:
I couldn't help but to think about the joke I played on Stella Buckwalter, who worked in a few NYC bike shops and owned one--Rock'N'Road in Park Slope, Brooklyn. She had just bought a new bike, on which she installed a pair of SPD pedals.
I found a pair of stiletto heels in her favorite color, orange, in a thrift shop. I drilled the soles of those shoes to accept SPD cleats.
Now, of course, she never could have walked, and probably would have had a hard time riding, in those shoes. They weren't even the right size! (I figured as much when I bought them.) But, hey, for a dollar, I got more than my money's worth in laughs--both mine and hers.
And like any woman in New York, she complained of never having enough closet space. I can certainly relate to that!
Anyway, I thought I could pick up your spirits (or, at least, mine) with some photos from the wall of I Love Cycling.
I've outrun an animal or two in my time. But I never had to keep one step (or tire-tread) away from a mad cow:
I imagine the bike needed to be cleaned after that. Maybe this isn't the best way to go about it:
Nor is this:
After showering, you can change into something more comfortable:
I couldn't help but to think about the joke I played on Stella Buckwalter, who worked in a few NYC bike shops and owned one--Rock'N'Road in Park Slope, Brooklyn. She had just bought a new bike, on which she installed a pair of SPD pedals.
I found a pair of stiletto heels in her favorite color, orange, in a thrift shop. I drilled the soles of those shoes to accept SPD cleats.
Now, of course, she never could have walked, and probably would have had a hard time riding, in those shoes. They weren't even the right size! (I figured as much when I bought them.) But, hey, for a dollar, I got more than my money's worth in laughs--both mine and hers.
And like any woman in New York, she complained of never having enough closet space. I can certainly relate to that!
