When flying, this is why I always sit on the aisle closest to the exit and NEVER a window seat!
And this is the only time I ever thought Twitter was useful or interesting.
...I'm flying on Continental on Tuesday...Wish me luck!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Old man winter can suck it
A short while back I posted about the weather turning cold. I complained about the temps dropping to 27F and how I long for the more comfortable climate of central California. I'm thinking that I was too hasty in my judgment of the brisk November fall - I should have waited for December. Yesterday the high was something insane like 8 degrees with a -20 wind chill. I'm not F-ing kidding. I have the picture to prove it. It would be one thing if I took this shot in the middle of the night but no, it was 1 degree at high noon.
Today, however, it got all the way up to 23 degrees and it felt like a heat wave.
One reason I hate the snow (and cold) is because I feel constricted in my locomotion options. My preferred mode of transport is by bike. There are many advantages to riding the bike, but that's not the point. The point is that I've always felt I couldn't ride a bike in the snow. I can handle rain, a moderate wind storm, and cold - but snow? How the hell do you ride on snow? Well, apparently it can be done and my friends CC Rider and Miss Liz showed me how.
So today, I donned my two winter coats, hat under helmet, thick mittens, and tights under pants tucked into new favorite winter boots and took my fatty wheels out for a spin.
I did get some interesting looks from passers-by and motorists as I made my way up to campus. Maybe it was the clashing pink hat and garish yellow helmet? Or maybe they were thinking to themselves, "You know, if she slips on that thing and falls over, we're going to crush that garish helmet under our tires." It was precisely 0.5 seconds after having this thought that I took my ride from the bike lane onto the sidewalk.
While waiting on the curb for a light to change, a nice young Japanese man walked over to me, smiling oddly and carrying an application for employment at Starbucks. He stopped and waited for the light to change all the while staring at me, snow covered tires, my smiling face peeping out over the pink scarf that was now quite moist with condensation from my breaths. I smiled politely back, fully aware that he was thinking, "WTF is this crazy American girl doing?" because that's exactly what I used to think, too. He asked me how it was going, and how long I had been riding in snow. He nodded quietly as I told him this was my first day. How is it going so far? Pretty good, slick in spots, but not too bad (slick in spots is one of my favorite phrases, I try to say it as often as possible). With that, the light changed and I continued the remaining half block to my office.
So, suck it, winter! You're not keeping me from riding my bike anymore!
I also just read my Aunt Christie's blog and spit water on my keyboard.
Today, however, it got all the way up to 23 degrees and it felt like a heat wave.One reason I hate the snow (and cold) is because I feel constricted in my locomotion options. My preferred mode of transport is by bike. There are many advantages to riding the bike, but that's not the point. The point is that I've always felt I couldn't ride a bike in the snow. I can handle rain, a moderate wind storm, and cold - but snow? How the hell do you ride on snow? Well, apparently it can be done and my friends CC Rider and Miss Liz showed me how.
So today, I donned my two winter coats, hat under helmet, thick mittens, and tights under pants tucked into new favorite winter boots and took my fatty wheels out for a spin.
I did get some interesting looks from passers-by and motorists as I made my way up to campus. Maybe it was the clashing pink hat and garish yellow helmet? Or maybe they were thinking to themselves, "You know, if she slips on that thing and falls over, we're going to crush that garish helmet under our tires." It was precisely 0.5 seconds after having this thought that I took my ride from the bike lane onto the sidewalk.
While waiting on the curb for a light to change, a nice young Japanese man walked over to me, smiling oddly and carrying an application for employment at Starbucks. He stopped and waited for the light to change all the while staring at me, snow covered tires, my smiling face peeping out over the pink scarf that was now quite moist with condensation from my breaths. I smiled politely back, fully aware that he was thinking, "WTF is this crazy American girl doing?" because that's exactly what I used to think, too. He asked me how it was going, and how long I had been riding in snow. He nodded quietly as I told him this was my first day. How is it going so far? Pretty good, slick in spots, but not too bad (slick in spots is one of my favorite phrases, I try to say it as often as possible). With that, the light changed and I continued the remaining half block to my office.
So, suck it, winter! You're not keeping me from riding my bike anymore!
I also just read my Aunt Christie's blog and spit water on my keyboard.
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