Pollen is everywhere. Yesterday a fella was raking his lawn with a red bandana on his face, desperado style. As I approached, he pulled it down. Not a genuine bad ass. For that I was thankful. My shoes dusted with pollen.
Riding them back to back I can confirm there are no material differences. The larger size is preferable. The bars and the saddle are nearly level. I stretched out with my hands at the furthest out positions on the bars as I pedaled into the wind.
Tulips are a big deal here. They are everywhere. People just poke them into the ground any old place.
Pedaling through the park. The bumps make my breath choppy.
Climbed at the Albany rock gym yesterday. That place and the company were real treats. It was busy, but still enough room to do whatever you liked. I watched a friend climbing along the ceiling clipping his line into anchors as he climbed along the top of the wall. As his line was slackened to allow him to clip in at yet another anchor point, he fell. The slack together with the distance from the last anchor and some rope stretch allowed him to free fall nearly to the floor. The rope tightened just before he landed slowing him a bit. The cushioned floor helped too. He was fine and climbed back up to set that anchor and one more. It was a learning moment for all. The scariness will cement the lessons in our minds.