Thursday, January 03, 2008

Where a streak ends

Well, the streak ended quickly. I got up and dressed for a ride into work and found out that another spoke had broken on the Icebike. This is getting depressing -- am I so fat that bikes crumple underneath my ample arse? Or, was the over-exuberant curb hopping to avoid grumpy drivers on Lyndale at the choke point under Crosstown?

Either way, the wheel was potato-chipped and nigh unrideable. I bailed and caused the Mrs to bail too. At least we'll carpool, so it's one less car either way. I've still ridden to work more times than driven this week, and I hope that I can repair the spoke and keep it that way for tomorrow.

I have a rare weekend off from both jobs and when that happens, we take off for some far away corner of the state, but me Darlin' Mrs. came up with a great idea: let's act like tourists in our own town! What should we do?

Some ideas I have are to go outside -- biking, skiing, shoeing -- it matters not. Or a trip to the Russian Art Museum, because:
  • it's something the Mrs wants to do

  • it's something I've always wanted to do

  • it's two freakin' blocks from my house



Also, go out for breakfast somewhere different. I'll take care of the lunch and dinner, but I like to have someone cook my breakfast. I"m not sure what else, so I'll happily take suggestions from the great Ether. And, no, I won't be going to the MOA.

4 comments:

rigtenzin said...

I live a few blocks from Todd Park, so we're close enough to be neighbors.

Fritz said...

Ah well. I hope you can get your wheel fixed soon.

SiouxGeonz said...

Streak again soon!!

Pete said...

Al's Breakfast!