Keith Snyder

That equation I posted the other day? It's been disproven. Here's the new one:
42 years + 400 pounds combined weight + 12% grade + 20% ruling grade + 23 gear-inches + 8 hours' sleep = 0 oxygen left within a 1-mile radius of the hyperventilating but arrogantly self-satisfied man at the top of the hill
This was on the way back from River Run Playground this afternoon.

But I'm still going to change the gears out.

From one novelist to another: If you're of a certain age and physical condition, and you write "ten-speed bicycle," you're revealing yourself as a writer of a certain age and physical condition. If it's somebody's uncle's thirty-year-old Fuji that's been in a garage all this time, or the owner is a vintage bike collector, the phrase can work--but AFAIK you haven't been able to buy new ten-speeds for what... a couple of decades now.

We don't say "groovy" anymore, either. Unless we're debating the best tread patterns for foul-weather riding. And then we catch ourselves and make fun of it.

My new obsession

Last time I traveled, I spent over a hundred dollars on a bike ride. Taxi from hotel to bike shop, rental fee for POS hybrid that didn't fit me, taxi back to hotel. I have another trip coming up, and I'm seriously tempted to spend money I don't have on a small folding bike (something along the lines of what Larry just got!) and some sort of flight case. I'm giving it a few days for the impulse to wear off before I decide.

And if we only had a garage...

Keith Snyder Door always open.
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