…feel like heaven when napping on a bed next to a wide open window. But oh the humidity! Do anything other than sit still and you are reminded you are enveloped by water logged air. The water in the air mixes with sweat on your skin and you quickly look like you just finished playing in a sprinkler.
Yesterday a present arrived for the Bridgestone RB-2. I wasn’t surprised because it was from me, but I hope the RB-2 was. New tires! Panaracer Pasela TourGuard 700 x 28s. The RB-2 came with new tires, but I have strong opinions about tires. They must inspire confidence. The tires on the RB-2 did not inspire confidence. Panaracers do. I also like the look of tan sidewalls. That’s a mark of my age. All this really tells my dear readers is that I had $70 more dollars than I needed to live. The world is silly and I am not helping.
I hate putting on tires. I pinch as many tubes as I install successfully. Yesterday I installed both new tires without ruining a single tube. I couldn’t do a victory dance because the modest exertion required to install two tires used up all remaining energy. I couldn’t even take the bike for a test ride. Until today.
I pedaled a mile to my friends house, then straight home (because he wasn’t in). The 28mm tires pretty much fill up the available space on the RB-2. Notice the lack of space between the rear brake and the tire in the photo above. More space in front (click on the sec on preceding photo to examine the tolerances more closely), but if you want to run symmetrical tires, the smaller gap determines max tires size.
With 95 psi of air they ride like high pressure tires. Fast and uncomfortable. I could fill them to 75 psi and enjoy a smoother ride straight away, but then I’d have to pump them up sooner. So they go to 95 and then I let them drop over a month or so to maybe 55 before I notice pumping is required. Repeat until bike is passed on.
I pedaled to the garden today and harvested produce for donation to Squash Hunger. I pulled out eight turnips and filled big bags of collards and mustard. Another gardener threw in a zucchini. I pedaled the lot to the co-op, and then home. Growing too much always makes me feel bad. My frugal side wants to hoard it all and then I eat the oldest stuff first and then the new tender stuff becomes old and yucky before I get to it. Produce isn’t wine. Better to enjoy it young (or let someone else enjoy it). I hope to pick nice stuff weekly for donation. That way, whenever I get through the gallon of greens in the fridge, the garden will have only nice new produce to enjoy. Everyone wins.
Lacey and I sat with our hands touching the indicator for five minutes and it didn’t move. We’ll try again later (maybe drinks help). I also got a ball cap from the 1993 Clinton Gore inauguration. Swank. Oh–and a carrier for downhill skis and poles, a jade plant, a Scrabble Sentence Word Game and another ball cap from a Troy bar. Wowza! Best $7 I have ever spent.
Last night was Mahar’s. I had a cask Wandering Star Thunderbolt. The makers call it an American IPA. Good. Hoppy. Amber? Maybe that’s the American part of it? Just used to lighter IPAs. Who cares, really, but I just wouldn’t have guessed it was an IPA until I went to their site. Lacey had her ushe–a Belhaven Twisted Thistle. We needed those two pints. Apparently Lacey more than I. For the first time ever Lacey beat me to the bottom of the pint! Wonders of wonders. Curry House worked their magic on a dish of chana masala. Best I’ve ever tasted. Then home to watch a French film about the plight of Gypsies during WWII. Korkoro. Overall it was tough to watch (sad), but there were some beautiful moments here and there. Give it a shot.
That’s enough of the story. Hope you are well.