The week hasn’t started all that well. I spent a little time Monday and Tuesday trying to coax the powertap back to life. Turns out it wasn’t the battery – although I replaced it anyway. So I replaced the hub and chest strap batteries since it didn’t seem to be able to pick up a signal. Nope. Nada.
Called Saris and spoke with tech support;
“You do this?”
“How about this…?”
“Well, did you see this on the screen”
“Hmmm, you have another powertap handy that you can check the signal against”
Yes, of course, I have them coming out of my ass, “Um, No, I don’t”
“Well, that doesn’t sound good. We’ll need to look at both the hub and the head unit. Go ahead and send it back to us”
So that’s where we’re at. It’s not the end of the world. My bike is good. I’m healthy. Everyone’s doing well. It’s all good. I was, however, really enjoying using it and was thinking about covering up the unit’s power readout with black tape to avoid getting analysis paralysis during rides. Ultimately, it comes down to how you feel when you’re riding. I’ve been riding long enough to know that I’m pushing as hard as I can on a 20 minute interval. I don’t need to know how much power I’m putting out to feel that. So it’s on it’s way back to Wisconsin.
Called Merrill Lynch to get an old rollover IRA transfered to my regular one. 30 minutes and 4 transfers later, I was told that I couldn’t. Apparently the address change I submitted 2 years ago never got entered. So they were getting statements bounced back from my old address and subsequently put my account on hold. It now needs to be reactivated before they can do anything. I hate Merrill Lynch.
I’m on a roll now.
You know, I’ve been slowly coming to an uncomfortable conclusion that I really, really, really dislike other bike commuters. It’s been building for some time now and I think this summer it’s coming to a head. We hear commonly that drivers feel that most cyclists ignore the rules of the road. In my opinion, I think that’s a pretty fair statement. The shit that I see people do on bikes – day in and day out – sometimes defies logic and explanation.
I think the Portland area drivers have been becoming adjusted to bikes on the road for some time now. We belong. And while it’s not the same everywhere, I see and hear less of cyclists getting swerved at or honked at & told to get off the road. Again, this is not a universal statement but it’s just what I see when and where I ride (east side, west hills, Clackamas Co). Your mileage, especially in the ‘burbs or up in Vancooter, may vary.
But…I do see and hear far more anger and tension from drivers from people on bikes doing dumb shit. Blowing lights & stop signs. Swerving in and out of traffic. Crap like that. And while I try not to let it bother me, sometimes it does. The drivers that I rely on to give me a little extra space or consideration is starting to feel they no longer want to anymore. In some cases, it’s getting hostile.
I’m probably in the minority where I follow all the rules of the road. Really. I don’t clip out & foot down but I do stop & track stand for a split second before moving on even when no one’s around. I’m even more anal when I have my team kit on. Doesn’t cost any time but I do know that more often than not, it gets me waved through by any other cars in the area. I guess I just don’t understand why it’s so hard to just…stop.
I’m not really sure where I’m headed with this although I could write about it for hours. I certainly don’t have a solution. I wish I did. Education? Stricter enforcement with steeper fines? I don’t really know.
Whew. Moving on to the little stuff…
It’s hot. And being the delicate flower that I am, it’s a little rough on me. Enough of this 90’s shit. Gimmie 60’s and 70’s and I’ll be happy. I don’t like hot.
All of my taps at home are dry. I need to put a call in to Belmont Station to see what they have. Aside from the “Pssssst” of a flat tire, there are fewer depressing sounds I know of than a sputtering blown keg.
Lastly, I’m out of coffee here at work. Great. I can’t believe it’s only Wednesday. I gotta go.