Knox and I are working on a new ride on Boston’s Jewish History for Hub on Wheels. Read all about it!

A week or two ago, in preparation for the end of daylight savings time and the inevitable dusk commutes home, I installed a new rear light to replace the one that was crushed by an SUV earlier this fall.

Today, probably somewhere between Chestnut Hill and Washington Square, the light broke off. The mounting piece is still firmly attached to my light, but the light itself? Gone into oblivion.

Obviously, as much as I like this model light for its near-360º visibility, it is designed with such a long moment arm that it cannot withstand the torques caused by my riding through Boston’s uneven roads. It’s time to look for a new solution.

Any suggestions?

The weather is certainly turning here in New England, and I’m biking much less than I was by the end of the summer. Last week was very rainy, of course, and I don’t enjoy biking in bad weather when I am in a hurry to get to work. This week I had a rain fake-out (it was raining heavily when I was getting ready in the morning, but cleared up soon after) and longish days at work.

By far the most important factor is the diminishing daylight. It is barely light when I leave the house and it is already dark when I get home. I am in the market for a handlebar extender I can use to mount a headlight– and not just any headlight, but a lead-battery powered headlight that will allow me to see and not just be seen.

The dropping temperatures also make biking less enjoyable. This morning I remembered to wear my long-fingered gloves, but my nails were still painfully cold. I didn’t have time to locate my skull liner, and the wind running though my helmet was a little too refreshing.

Still, obsessions die hard. Knox and I plan to take the train North and bike to Amesbury tomorrow for some good ol’ apple picking and donut eatin’.

I though the whole link between bike riding and impotence had been debunked, but apparently not. The New York Times reports on three summary articles in September’s Journal of Sexual Medicine which survey about a dozen recent studies on the subject. It turns out that “[t]he studies add to earlier evidence that traditional bicycle saddles, the kind with a narrow rear and pointy nose, play a role in sexual impotence.” While the studies focused mostly on men, it is though that saddles could have a similar effect on women.

The scientists recommend not the “ergonomic” saddles with cutouts which may increase the pressure on sensitive nerves, but rather noseless saddles that force the rider’s whole weight to rest on the sit bones.

My bike saddle is of the traditional sort, but not hard and narrow like a real road bike’s. It’s a bit wide and cushioned, and I’m not conscious of undue pressure on my perineum (nor of any untoward consequences). Curiously, though, when I haven’t stretched, I will sometimes feel a slight thread of pain in my thigh and my buttock, but this pain goes away if I stop to stretch.

An interesting article in The Boston Globe about people seeking alternative means of transportation and finding other ways to spend less money on gas and less time driving.

By bicycle, by scooter, by train, by foot, by strategies large and small, more and more fed-up motorists are forsaking their vehicles and exploring ways to avoid being guzzled by gas.

Imagine that– when prices are not kept artificially low, people are more willing to consider alternatives! Now, if we could only get the prices to reflect the externalities of the environmental impact of fossil fuels and the driving lifestyle…

I had just left work and was biking home when I heard the sound of plastic hitting the pavement. With a sinking feeling, I pulled over and checked my derriere; sure enough, my taillight was missing. And there it was, lying in the middle of the traffic lane on Walnut Street. I walked over, anxious to pick it up before a car ran over it.

All of a sudden, an ominous dark SUV turned the corner. Oh, oh. As my dismay mounted, I saw its oversize wheel aiming straight for my defenseless little taillight. I watched helplessly as the crack heard up and down the streeet scattered debris every which way. The SUV continued on its course blissfully unaware of what had transpired. Or was it? Methought there was just a little swagger of triumph in the dastardly contraption’s retreat from the scene of destruction.

Anguished, I picked up the remains of what was once my taillight, now nothing more than pitiful broken shards of plastic and glass. How had this come to pass? Was I to blame? Surely, I should have tried harder to put a nut on the bolt that was holding it in place. If it didn’t fit, I should have used a longer bolt. It was all my fault! I had destroyed the taillight! Or not, maybe I could blame the bike store for not fastening it correctly or the streets of Boston for bumpy rides that would have shaken anything loose.

After a mournful ride home, a quick forensic analysis of the carcass revealed that the plastic fastening point had broken completely. It was not my fault at all, nor the bike store’s (though in good conscience we both should have attached the light more securely). No, it was the streets of Boston, Newton, and Wellesley who had conspired to shake and rattle my poor little taillight until it broke. It was the potholes that could not be avoided and the bumps from layers and layers of pavement patches; in short, the callous disregard for proper biking conditions that condemmed my faithful taillight to an all-too-early death.

On my flight home from my Newfoundland vacation, I was really yearning to get back on the saddle and do some more bike touring. I was torn: perhaps a weekend tour the following week would be a good way to prolong the summer and ease me into the routine of the everyday— or perhaps what I would really need was quiet time to catch up on my sleep, my blog, my pictures. Staying home and nesting sounded awfully appealing, but my freshly-cleaned bike sparkled its beckons at me….

What should drop like the gentle dews of heaven onto this barren landscape of indecision but an invitation to a birthday party on Cape Cod for my friend and colleague Matt? Problem solved! A trip, a destination, and a roof over my head.

I took the commuter rail to the end of the line at Kingston, MA, and biked from there on 3A, 3, the Sagamore Bridge (I really should have used the sidewalk), and 6 to get to the party at South Dennis. The party was fun: we hung out at the beach, and then went back to the house for barbecue, socializing, dancing, and star-gazing. Most of us crashed at the house that night.

Today, after grabbing a quick breakfast, we parted ways. My original plan was to return the way I came, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted to avoid the Labor Day traffic heading back into town, Instead, I went against traffic: I took the Cape Cod Rail Trail from South Dennis all the way to Wellfleet, and then routes 6 and 6A to get into Provincetown, whence, after gobbling down a delicious lunch, I embarked on the Gay Express (as I call it) to bring me back home.

Indeed, without intending to, I biked the entire Cape in two days, which, including the distance biked in Boston, amounts to just over a century; that is in itself an accomplishment. It was also my first solo bike tour (ie. self-sustained overnighter) sans the boyfriend. And, to top everything off, I refreshed my bike tan. I hope it will stick around until Knox returns from Nova Scotia.

I found this reference to Massachusetts Bike Laws. Some items of note:

• You must have your headlight and taillight on if you are riding anytime from 1/2 hour after sunset until 1/2 hour before sunrise.
• You must wear reflectors on both ankles if there are no reflectors on your pedals.
• You may ride your bicycle on any public road, street, or bikeway in the Commonwealth, except limited access or express state highways where signs specifically prohibiting bikes have been posted.
• You may ride on sidewalks outside business districts, unless local laws prohibit sidewalk riding.

I put this link on the sidebar to this blog.

I just finished cleaning my bike, using the handy new bike repair stand I bought as soon as I came back from my Newfoundland trip. The stand makes it much easier to clean and adjust the bike; it was $100 well spent.

Using degreaser, a cassette scraper, brushes, and old socks, I was able to degrease the chainwheels, cassette, and chain down to their pristine silver sheen. I cleaned the wheels, buffed up the frame, lubed all the moving parts and cables, and voila! My bike shines once again.

I still have to put on the fenders and racks, which parts will need to be cleaned beforehand as well. By then, the replacement middle chainring to replace the one I mysteriously bent should have arrived, together with the replacement for the spoke protector I broke when my bungee cord got tangled up in the cassette. After I take the bike in to the shop to get these repairs done, I will be riding once again like the wind.

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