Wednesday, March 26, 2008
It is not supposed to rain on Whidbey - AKA the rain belt?
Left this morning riding to work in a slight mist, gray skies and calm, thinking at the time that this might not be a good idea. Rode my regular route and as I cornered onto Crescent Harbor all moisture in the NorthWest descended on me and my bicycle, even Jack Johnson in my earbuds singing about the beautiful, warm islands of Hawaii, could not stop the downpour. So, I just kept on pedaling and wishing that the rain would stop - NOT! Not until I pulled into the parking lot and got to work, than the sun broke out and the ski cleared - wouldn't you know it. But hey, I got my excersise and I will be able to ride home so it is worth it. Do I have suggestions for anyone riding on Whidbey when it looks like it may rain, sure, keep on riding cause it is only water and your clothes will dry, assuming that you are dressed for the weather. Make sure you have decent rain gear, it does not have to be super expensive, name brand stuff, just something that will breath and shed the rain. Add a layer or two for the cold and head on out. When it stops raining it is so beautiful, smells so good and feels just right. Remember - ridin 'n' rockin.
Monday, March 24, 2008
50 mile training let's you really see Whidbey
Here is some information about long rides on Whidbey Island - it's ALL HILLS!!!!
There is an old saying, "What goes UP must Go Down" or something like that, well what goes down on Whidbey MUST go UP, and UP, and UP. I went for a long training ride yesterday and came to the conclusion that riding the STP (Seattle to Portland) is no big thing compared to just rididng on Whidbey (especially the Tour de Whidbey - which I have not done, but now have greater empathy for riders who have.) I enjoyed my workout, especially the scenery and cold and wind, and wind, and wind and cold - oh, you get the idea, just another wonderful day on Whidbey.
So this is my third posting and it sure takes time to do, even if it is a brief posting. I am trying to get into the 21st century with the 20 for 20 we are doing here at Sno-Isle and it is not easy. Guess I enjoy my peace and privacy to much, but I am learning and that is what is important so let's get'er done. Now I will be able to keep up with my grandkids and all my children, kids of my friends and friends of my kids, who are into blogging, chatting, myface, myspace, etc.
I am looking forward to keeping up with the times...next.
There is an old saying, "What goes UP must Go Down" or something like that, well what goes down on Whidbey MUST go UP, and UP, and UP. I went for a long training ride yesterday and came to the conclusion that riding the STP (Seattle to Portland) is no big thing compared to just rididng on Whidbey (especially the Tour de Whidbey - which I have not done, but now have greater empathy for riders who have.) I enjoyed my workout, especially the scenery and cold and wind, and wind, and wind and cold - oh, you get the idea, just another wonderful day on Whidbey.
So this is my third posting and it sure takes time to do, even if it is a brief posting. I am trying to get into the 21st century with the 20 for 20 we are doing here at Sno-Isle and it is not easy. Guess I enjoy my peace and privacy to much, but I am learning and that is what is important so let's get'er done. Now I will be able to keep up with my grandkids and all my children, kids of my friends and friends of my kids, who are into blogging, chatting, myface, myspace, etc.
I am looking forward to keeping up with the times...next.
What a life - rideon (2)
OK, so I posted before I actually wrote my blog - it's a learning curve? So here goes post (2)
I left the house early so I could enjoy my ride into work. It is cool, in the mid 30's, but hey, it's Spring on Whidbey. My pedals are turning, chain is singing, all is well - what a feeling. Bob Dylan is singing in my ear buds, his voice older and even better - if that is possible? His newest CD "Modern Times" may be his best - with a little help from Robert Johnson. I take the shortcut off Silverlake Rd onto Crescent Harbor Rd looking out at the harbor - feeling the breeze on my face from all the cars flying by heading to who knows where - "don't you get it" I shout but know one hears me. I look to my left at acres of pasture, and watch the Spring calves romp while Moms rest , to my left I see Mt. Rainier smiling down on the harbor, a sheet of fog lifting towards the sun, I am in awe, it just does not get any better than this. Now for the challenge, with the music soaking my mind, I head up a long stretch that seems to go forever towards the heavens, actually only a small hill that ends at Regatta Dr, I am flying and have no burn, I take a quick right onto Torpedo Rd and than onto Regatta for the final stretch, up and down, hill and dale. I pull into the Library parking lot and off my bike. Dylan still musing in my ears, the sun is out, water calm on the harbor and work beckons. I could ride forever but must pause - another 7 hours and homeward bound - rockin 'n' ridin...what a great life!
I left the house early so I could enjoy my ride into work. It is cool, in the mid 30's, but hey, it's Spring on Whidbey. My pedals are turning, chain is singing, all is well - what a feeling. Bob Dylan is singing in my ear buds, his voice older and even better - if that is possible? His newest CD "Modern Times" may be his best - with a little help from Robert Johnson. I take the shortcut off Silverlake Rd onto Crescent Harbor Rd looking out at the harbor - feeling the breeze on my face from all the cars flying by heading to who knows where - "don't you get it" I shout but know one hears me. I look to my left at acres of pasture, and watch the Spring calves romp while Moms rest , to my left I see Mt. Rainier smiling down on the harbor, a sheet of fog lifting towards the sun, I am in awe, it just does not get any better than this. Now for the challenge, with the music soaking my mind, I head up a long stretch that seems to go forever towards the heavens, actually only a small hill that ends at Regatta Dr, I am flying and have no burn, I take a quick right onto Torpedo Rd and than onto Regatta for the final stretch, up and down, hill and dale. I pull into the Library parking lot and off my bike. Dylan still musing in my ears, the sun is out, water calm on the harbor and work beckons. I could ride forever but must pause - another 7 hours and homeward bound - rockin 'n' ridin...what a great life!
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