Life updates
Since December 1st marked my third decade, Sander figured I should try to kill myself with some supercharged jetski action in Marina del Rey. Normally it wouldn’t phase me but this particular day saw some strong winds and very high/choppy waves.. pretty intimidating stuff for your first time out:
As Sander said- “When the coast guard stops you to say you shouldn’t go out.. you know it’s going to be a good day!”. Luckily, we made it through without incident and I can honestly say I had a blast. Next time I wouldn’t mind if it was just a bit more calm so that I could exploit the 65-70mph top speed these monsters possess.
After resting up for a few hours we had more friends over for a birthday party- I can’t thank Gwen enough for going through all the trouble of putting it together for me (as it went off without a hitch) and I’m grateful to my guests for making the trek down to Redondo. Love you guys!
I’ve been threatening making a bicycle commute a regular part of my week and yesterday I jumped into the great wide open. No traffic, no gas, no idiots on cell-phones.. just 25 miles (round-trip) of coastal bike-path bliss.
Well.. almost.
Turns out yesterday was also one of the largest wave days of the year and as such it brought out crowds from all over to watch in the morning (or attempt to surf it). I expect that the next time I bike in it’ll be a bit more tame as I had to deal with a washed out section of bike path and heavy fog in the evening. Regardless, I came home energized and ready to do it again.
I picked up a ‘07 Novara Buzz for the commute.. it’s a hybrid- mountain bike frame (but in lighter aluminum) with larger width 26″ road tires and disc brakes. It’s suited towards what I want to do and I have no complaints after a few hundred miles.
Still though.. this does open the door to a new addiction. I’m already looking at fixed-gear bikes and pondering the idea of creating a clothing line for commuter cyclists that doesn’t make you look like you just rode in from the Tour de France:
I can’t stand that goofy shit, and to the 200 guys that ride past our place everyday - you’re not fooling anyone, nor does it give you the right to be complete assholes to pedestrians and motorists while on your way to shake your barely-covered ass at Starbucks.
Nobody gives a shit. Seriously.