It's February.

My morning ride - 70 degrees F and sunny with a 20 mph tailwind.

So amazing.

"The concept of a bicycle race across America can be traced back to newspaperman George Nellis, who in 1887 crossed the USA on a 45-pound iron high-wheel bicycle with no gears and with pedals attached directly to the front wheel. Following the railroad routes across the country, he made the crossing in just under 80 days."

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On this day a few years ago, something very important happened.

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A brief rant, brought to you by physiology lecture:

The fact that doctors are not, as a general rule, scientists, is incredibly frustrating sometimes. I'm going through the section of our syllabus on blood flow through peripheral circulation, and there ARE NO UNITS. For anything. What the hell does a velocity of '2' even mean?

The squirrel who lives outside my window has snow and little icicles in its fur!

From WikiAnswers: "About the only sure way to tell the sex of a squirrel is to turn it over and look."

I just spilled an entire bottle of pancake syrup on the brick floor in the kitchen.

Some things in life are difficult to undo.

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Today, I learned that biking when it's 20 F (not counting windchill) is really painful, that I need thicker gloves, and that balaclavas are awesome but sort of hard to breathe through sometimes.

Zoom!

Really good hangover breakfasts are incredibly comforting. I think it's partly because the frowzy, vaguely headachey state is similar enough, across hangovers, that once I'm contentedly munching something tasty and no longer feel like death, the hangoveriness brings back a parade of hangover breakfasts past, and I get to remember trips out for pho ( Read more... )

Let me tell you what I think of bicycling. I think it has done more to emancipate women than anything else in the world. It gives women a feeling of freedom and self-reliance. I stand and rejoice every time I see a woman ride by on a wheel...the picture of free, untrammeled womanhood.

-Susan B. Anthony