I recently joined a gym. Its only a 10 minute bike ride from my house, which is fabulous. In my usual "how can I pile too many things together for maximum efficiency" way, I have decided its a good idea to ride my bike and then do the class I'm going to. I'll be all "warmed up"!
One of the weird things about living in greater LA is that you tend to run into people you know. Having lived in various parts of the country, with this area being far and away the most populous, you'd think I'd be used to that. But no. I lived in Champaign-Urbana, IL for 8 years, and never ran into anybody outside of where I normally saw them. Here, that happens all the time. Its weird. Nice, but weird. Do you think they saw me first and were just hiding in IL?
After about 6 different trips between the house and the garage to get ready to ride to the gym (one trip each for: water bottle, bike lock key, cell phone, id, other bike lock key because that was the wrong one, sunscreen, and lastly sunglasses because last time I got a wee annoying rock in my eye), I finally got on my way. I enjoy not being able to figure out what I need all at once. About halfway there, I ran into someone I hadn't seen since before vacation (see above). We chatted. Good thing I was "warmed up", because I totally missed the warmup!
Once I got to the gym, I park my bike and prepare to remove the front wheel, as I have done a jillion times before, to lock it to its frame and the bike rack. Wheel won't come off. wtf? Eventually, I decide if I can't get it off, nobody else will either. They'll be trying in front of the million or so treadmills facing the window, just like I am. Nobody wants my wheel that badly. Then I bend down to put my big U lock on between the back frame and bike rack. Um. the rack is bolted to the ground too close to the building for the lock to reach my frame and the rack at the same time. Who does this? So I bolt through the rack and just my back wheel and chain, and hope for the best. These things really irk me. Its nice you have a bike rack, but if you're going to install it so its unusable, why bother? They're not very decorative.
I get to my class, late (but warmed up!) and irked. I muddle through.
Stupid bike rack. And I almost killed myself because I forgot I had unhinged my front brake to not take the wheel off.
One of the weird things about living in greater LA is that you tend to run into people you know. Having lived in various parts of the country, with this area being far and away the most populous, you'd think I'd be used to that. But no. I lived in Champaign-Urbana, IL for 8 years, and never ran into anybody outside of where I normally saw them. Here, that happens all the time. Its weird. Nice, but weird. Do you think they saw me first and were just hiding in IL?
After about 6 different trips between the house and the garage to get ready to ride to the gym (one trip each for: water bottle, bike lock key, cell phone, id, other bike lock key because that was the wrong one, sunscreen, and lastly sunglasses because last time I got a wee annoying rock in my eye), I finally got on my way. I enjoy not being able to figure out what I need all at once. About halfway there, I ran into someone I hadn't seen since before vacation (see above). We chatted. Good thing I was "warmed up", because I totally missed the warmup!
Once I got to the gym, I park my bike and prepare to remove the front wheel, as I have done a jillion times before, to lock it to its frame and the bike rack. Wheel won't come off. wtf? Eventually, I decide if I can't get it off, nobody else will either. They'll be trying in front of the million or so treadmills facing the window, just like I am. Nobody wants my wheel that badly. Then I bend down to put my big U lock on between the back frame and bike rack. Um. the rack is bolted to the ground too close to the building for the lock to reach my frame and the rack at the same time. Who does this? So I bolt through the rack and just my back wheel and chain, and hope for the best. These things really irk me. Its nice you have a bike rack, but if you're going to install it so its unusable, why bother? They're not very decorative.
I get to my class, late (but warmed up!) and irked. I muddle through.
Stupid bike rack. And I almost killed myself because I forgot I had unhinged my front brake to not take the wheel off.
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