Slow.

Well, Frosty died a violent and painful death at the hand of some freezing rain last week, and the white stuff turned to brown sludge all over town before retreating to the hills.

Bummer, dude.

The warmer climes meant a 15 1/2 hr week for me, culminating in a 9hr weekend. Saturday I took the fixed 44x16 (with 2 brakes) over Fox Hollow then around the Cottage Grove loop with some teammates, and the legs are knackered. Sunday I avoided the hyper-commercial Rugby-ripoff game playing on the boob tube and sat in Full City for a while pretending to be an intellectual by speed reading the Sunday NYTimes Magazine - and thus there are some gaps in my weekend culture assimilation.

One advantage to FC's 13th / High St location is the multitude of traffic that rolls by on it's way to various downtown destinations, UO campus being high on the list. I hadn't realized quite how many fixed gears there were in Eugene. Guys, gals, various rigs, and nary a helmet. Some had brakes. Some didn't. I witnessed one particular champ, chopped blonde mowhawk and all, completely fail to stop at the light despite straining with all his might against the momentum, and bail by skipping up on the sidewalks and proceeding to roll southward, against his obvious direction. Not three minutes later he nonchalantly rolled back the way he came and hit back on his original track down 13th. Way to go, champ. Street shoes and loose toe clips might not be your best bet for this application. Oh, and get a brake, lest you wind up a hood ornament and make one more driver a cyclist's bane. But still, thanks for the entertainment.

G