It's been a while

Been busy, so here's a sweet little song to tide you over



Yeah, I can't help it, I'm a sucker for cute pop songs and especially ones with a jangly guitar...

The streets are paved with AWESOME!

(This image was stolen from Rigtenzen, and I give him posthumous credit.  He may not be dead, I don't know, but this is his...)

I've just stopped flinching on the last turn to my home on the ride from work. The fine folks at the Minneapolis Public Works recently milled off some of the streets and then paved them over with brand new tarmac.



OOHHHH that's gonna be nice.

There were a couple of bicyclist-crippling potholes in my path and I've finally stopped having to adjust my line and panic when I don't immediately see them. Thank you to all of the fine folks that made things happier for me!

It's funny how used one gets to a small tic to avoid a larger unpleasantness, anticipating the bad street, the well-known pot hole, the traffic one expects when coming to a familiar street.  It's nice lose one once in a while.

Sweet video

From my buddy Lee:



Of course, I have neither the sweet old ride, the hair nor the style. I don't care, I feel the same regardless...

[Edit] Nor the video either.  Sorry for the bother.

[Edit the second] Fuck Vimeo. Praise Youtube. Video restored.

I'm happy to be here

I was returning from beers at Town Hall, I decided to take the bridge to Cedar. As I was descending, I missed a turn and ended up literally sideways -- on my knee and the bike on its side. This is a "bad" part of town by common knowledge, but when I ended up ass-over-teakettle, there were a several people in cars and a couple walking by that inquired as to my well being.

I just ended up stopping faster than my load, and I'm fine and I state as much to every one around. I am grateful to all the inquired about me and I will say that I escaped with just a scraped knee and increased appreciation for my fellow citizens here in the Minne-Apple.

Life is really pretty good here in Portlandia East...

And there was much rejoicing!

The prodigal Dummy returns!

I received a PM from someone on mplsbikelove.com with a phone number to call. Apparently, some homeowners found in their front yard. Whomever helped themselves to it, gave up trying to push it, I left it around 28th and the Parkway (about 48th St, for those not from the 'hood) and it was left at 16th and 50th. The neighbors wondered if one of the folks got a new bike and someone else had notified the police.

Anyway, the homeowners returned from the cabin and saw this strange bike in their yard. Mr noticed the stickers and general strangeness of the bike's appearance and called a local bike shop (Angry Catfish) asking if they knew anything about this bike. I think the PM I received was from someone at AC. They gave me the homeowner's phone number and I went and got it.

I'm utterly amazed at the bike community here. Jaw-dropping, sobbingly astounded at the speed at which some of this stuff happens. I'm truly grateful to all involved, and that includes you, dear readers. Your posts with the picture, the calls to action. I love you all. Thanks.

Beers to be delivered to parties involved in the rescue of my great green behemoth.

The Dumvee is missing!

After beers last night, I thought it would be better to take a cab home, so I locked up the Dummy and went home. This morning I went to retrieve it and it is missing. Last seen in the area around 34th and the Parkway. If you see it, please leave a message here.

My heart is breaking...

Rigtenzin asks...

...the yamster delivers.

Anyone up for a beer or more at the Falls on Friday? I'll be there as I'm Bachelor For A Day due to the loverly Mrs' departure to all points North. 4:30 or thereabouts. Hijinks may follow (or lead, I'm easy).

Number One with a bullet...

Show of hands...

 ...who's riding today?

I am.

Lanny called the Winter Pub crawl for the last Sunday in January.  I can hardly wait.  Weather's gotta be better than this.

 

Meta biking - the hot Surly-on-Surly action mix

I had to leave a bike at work on Wednesday, so Thursday I took the bike I had taken to work that morning home on the bike that I had left the evening previous.  I ride past my wife's uncle's house and he shouts, "What, one bike isn't enough?  How many bikes do you need?"  How many bikes do you need?  I don't know, how many golf clubs do you need?  How many TVs?  How many cars?

Answer to my uncle-in-law's query: N_C+1 where N_C is the number of current bicycles owned.

It's been good to know ya...

G'bye:

Ominous reports are leaking past the BP Gulf salvage operation news blackout that the disaster unfolding in the Gulf of Mexico may be about to reach biblical proportions.

251 million years ago a mammoth undersea methane bubble caused massive explosions, poisoned the atmosphere and destroyed more than 96 percent of all life on Earth. [1] Experts agree that what is known as the Permian extinction event was the greatest mass extinction event in the history of the world. [2]

55 million years later another methane bubble ruptured causing more mass extinctions during the Late Paleocene Thermal Maximum (LPTM).

The LPTM lasted 100,000 years. [3]

Those subterranean seas of methane virtually reshaped the planet when they explosively blew from deep beneath the waters of what is today called the Gulf of Mexico.

Now, worried scientists are increasingly concerned the same series of catastrophic events that led to worldwide death back then may be happening again-and no known technology can stop it.

The bottom line: BP’s Deepwater Horizon drilling operation may have triggered an irreversible, cascading geological Apocalypse that will culminate with the first mass extinction of life on Earth in many millions of years.

The oil giant drilled down miles into a geologically unstable region and may have set the stage for the eventual premature release of a methane mega-bubble.

[...]

The warning signs of an impending planetary catastrophe—of such great magnitude that the human mind has difficulty grasping it-would be the appearance of large fissures or rifts splitting open the ocean floor, a rise in the elevation of the seabed, and the massive venting of methane and other gases into the surrounding water.

Such occurrences can lead to the rupture of the methane bubble containment—it can then permit the methane to breach the subterranean depths and undergo an explosive decompression as it catapults into the Gulf waters. [6]

All three warning signs are documented to be occurring in the Gulf.

S'pose I just ought to quit my job and bike until the end comes. Why face the hammer behind a desk...

Rebuilding MKS Grip King Pedals

The left pedal on the DumVee was starting to click more and more, driving me to distraction.  While purchasing a chain for the MTB, I mentioned the clicking to Jim at HCHQ.  He suggested that I pry the dust cap off and squirt some grease in it.  I went home with a plan...

After prying off the end cap, I saw that there was a nut, a slotted washer and a cone -- all of which were accessible and easily removed.  This allowed me to completely disassemble the pedal, save the bearing (which were in good condition) and clean and re-grease the whole thing.  Here is a picture of the tools I used and the parts when the pedal is disassembled:

After cleaning everything, I put a good squirt of grease in the crank arm side of the pedal and put 12 bearings in, covering them with grease.  I then took the end cap and put it on, slotted side pointing away from the crank arm like this:

I then slid the pedal on, squirted another good shot of grease into the race and replaced the bearings. Covering the bearings with yet some more grease, I screwed on the cone until the pedal ground just slightly since it will loosen up when I ride it.  Sliding on the washer and tightening the nut so that the pedal turned and putting the dust cap back on completed the task. 

It rides without noise now and I have found another reason to buy the good stuff: you can fix it.  Woo-hoo!  Success.

Of course there is a little tragedy in every victory, and in this case I was said victim.  I drained the degreaser into a soda can I had next to me in order to easily retrieve the bearings.  Later that evening whilst cleaning up, I gathered up all the cans (Mrs. Yam had cleaned out the car) and I shook one of them, noticing that there was a swallow left in my soda.

That's not Diet Coke...

I spewed citrus degreaser so hard the dog jumped and started barking.  But, no lasting damage as my taste buds are finally functioning perfectly this morning.  Citrus degreaser doesn't taste like orange juice.  Just sayin'.

Shoot me now...

Are you fuckin' kidding me?

The loneliness of the short distance commuter...

Others have been prattling on about Bike to Work Week and the festivities and breakfasts and bike busses and whatnot.  I don't get to do any of that as I don't work downtown, but in a second ring suburb that, if not encourages, at least tolerates, bicyclists.  I ride through the warm, flabby grandmotherly arms of Richfield and I rarely see anyone on a bike save an occasional QBP guy heading south.

I don't mind though.  It's nice to have a little quiet time and I've been riding the DumVee because it's slow and I can put my messenger bag in the back and live without SBS (sweaty back syndrome).  I wave to moms and kids waiting for the bus, avoid getting crushed by the garbage trucks that hurtle through the neighborhoods and generally enjoy the morning.  Many mornings, I'll wave at the garage man -- he's a fellow that has a table and chair set up inside his garage and he just watches traffic go by.  Sometimes it seems that he'll be there all day because I'll pass by him in the morning and on the way back home in the afternoon.

Bike to Work Week is a little silly, anyway.  Every week is Bike to Work Week for me.  Try to make that way for you too.

S24O anyone?

Anyone up for a group S24O?  I would like to be able to grab a tent and some friends for an evening of biking, beers and a campfire-cooked meal.  In an attempt to make this a family-friendly affair, I don't think that we'd go all that far and we needn't go all that fast -- perhaps a lazy spin to Baker for a night?  If you are interested, scribble in the comment section and we can perhaps get a date and a destination chosen.

Also, the second Friday is coming up and I do believe that we need to meet for beers again (does anyone see a thread here?)  If anyone wants to make Snak Shak's Make-A-Wish happen a second time, lemme know...

Added: OB says Sea Salt is fine, so we'll be there starting at 4:30 or so.  You needn't any more of an invitation than this, so join us one and all, even if you weren't in the thread or at the last one.  Just look for the fat guy with a Big Dummy.

Minneapolis band plays a Minneapolis TV show theme song

I'm an old man, but I love this band and this cover rocks:

Never fails...

Sure, it's beautiful this week.  I take last week off and it was cold and rained all bloody week -- no gardening or bike rides as I had hoped.  Friday was nice and I finally got out for a slow, tourist-like ride around the lakes and the Greenway to the river.  Stopped by HCHQ and chatted with the lads and then got to play Make-A-Wish  for Snak Shak; a couple of local folks stopped by the Falls and drank beers in the utterly gorgeous Minneapolis evening.

Well, at least I was able to accomplish one goal last week: I got all of the junk out of the office and organized it a bit.  Two car loads of junk.  That's a lot of junk.

Neologism (perhaps)

As I was biking into work this fine day, fighting a hill and the wind, a lad of perhaps 10 or 12 years old was roaring down the hill with the wind at his back.  The exuberance with which he waved and the million candlepower grin on his face was enough to make me soar up the hill and ignore the wind for the rest of my short trip.

The joy expressed by that little guy made me think of a (possible) new word for commuting by bicycle:

Transportainment.

The simple act of enjoying your trip.  You know, this:

not this:

Have a good ride..


Ed: I have failed to consult the great hive mind that is Teh Grate Gazoogal

Been riding, not writing

I've been commuting on the Trucker and I'm impressed.  It's been a long time since I've ridden a bike with 700c wheels (15+ years) and I had forgotten the feeling of "rolling."  It's an amazingly comfortable bike and now that I've taken the rack from the Bleriot and put it on the LHT, it has become quite a bit more useful and an outstanding bicycle for getting to work.

When I first returned to biking, I went from a Specialized hybrid to the Rivendell Bleriot, a jump in magnitude akin to leaving the rutted and muddy oxcart trails

for the TGV

Adding the LHT wasn't so much a revolution as an evolution.  The Bleriot handles well enough, but with the smaller 650b tires and the low bottom bracket, I snag a pedal fairly often while pedaling around a turn.  I've just now un-learned the "no pedaling while cornering" habit and that has made quite a difference in commuting.  The feel of the bike along with the larger tires gives a completely different ride and I've come to really like the impression of ease of motion I get with the Trucker.

I am looking forward to adding a front rack and getting on the road for a little camping and/or distance riding with it.  The Bleriot has a many good features, but touring is most definitely not its strong suit -- especially with a load much beyond my expansive posterior.  I've added a Minnehaha Bag Company Medium Bag to it after moving the rack to the Trucker.  I'll probably get some bigger tires for it and use it as a day-tripper.  I've also a mind to sell it and save up for the Pugsley that I've been dreaming of.

Anyway, the stable is, uh, stable for now and I'm looking forward to riding more, but that will probably wait for a couple of weeks yet as the gardens need planting.  More on this later.

TTFN, Yam.

Gardening without misery

I was able to help the lovely and charming Mrs Yam clear up part of the yard today. Typically, I find myself later convulsing with swollen sinuses, dibilitating fits of sneezing and a temporary blindness due to my eyes swelling shut. I would attempt to alleviate the symptoms with anti-hystemines and a neti pot.

This year, none of that happened. I began getting alergy shots last fall and continued faithfully with the regimen throughout the winter and now I'm seeing the benefits of the shots. I'm thrilled to see that they actually work and I am looking forward to May and August this year (tree pollens and ragweed pollens, respectively) as months that I can see, hear, smell and taste without the use of allergy medicines.

It may not be for you, but if you are the least bit curious, I heartily endorse it.