Went on the 1pm TCBC ride. Just me and Paul H. I challenge you to find two bigger nerds on the face of the planet. Trails around Minneapolis are o.k. The city and Three Rivers Park District will plow bike trails before non snow emergency routes get done. Thank you municipal governments. But we have had some piddling little snow since last night that covered the trails since they were first plowed, so it wasn't totally smooth sailing. The actual streets of Minneapolis are now treacherous on a bike. Mounds of snowy mashed potatoes with an underlying layer of packed ice/snow. Takes all the skill one has to navigate the mess. I got back home from the ride without landing on my arse once. I can't say that it was skill that got me home in one piece. Dumb luck. Speaking of dumb luck, I have a mea culpa. I was noodling around on the internet tonight and bid on a 29" single speed mountain bike. I happened to win it. I will soon have 3 bikes in my harem. I think I have just passed the threshold into bike geekdom. No comment from anyone unless you have crossed that threshold youself.
As to The Other (Younger) Half's post below (above?)...... I remember every person I graduated with from High School. She remembers license plate numbers. As a matter of fact, she probably knows yours. Who would you rely on to recount the conversation about the snowfall bet?
I report, you decide.
But before you decide on who is correctly recounting events, I should disclose my genetic heritage when it comes to remembering spousal conversations. I leave it up to you, dear reader, as to whether my mother's or father's DNA has been the dominant trait in the genetic mess that is me. Typical conversation follows.
Mom: "I've been telling you every night for the last 3 weeks I have a church meeting tonight."
Dad: "No you haven't."
I report, you decide.
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