Don’t get too excited, it’s only 812 feet.
Rode a 66 mile loop today from PVD out to Putnam, Connecticut and then back into Providence. What a niiiiiiice day.
I rode 101 out toward CT which consists of a series of hills, up and down, up and down. The cars were few, and the one following me kept a good distance. Chugging up one hill I noticed my friendly follower getting a bit closer so I thought to give John Player (the CH250) a bit more throttle, only to discover I was already pinned. I watched the digital dash read 58 – 56 – 54 – 53 as we chugged up the hill. Time to take a look at the weight of the rollers.
So cold. So cold. So cold.
It’s frigging MARCH…why is it single digits when I’m commuting in the morning.
Make it stop.
I was so excited to see robins the last few days until a boo-hoo botanist had to inform me that American robins don’t hibernate. So there you go. There’s no hope. Nothing to look forward to. Just cold.
Make it stop. Daffodils. Please. Crocuses (croci?). Please.
I love the Honda Elite 250. It simply kicks ass.
Ok, I’m super far behind in watching this year’s Six Nations matches. Blame it on the fact that they’re not available on US stations, all the snow that I’ve been having to shovel, and trying to keep up on the Bachelor.
I just finished watching the first match of week 2 where Ireland defeated Wales 26-3 at home. Holy crap! I still can’t believe what I was watching.
Who ARE those boys in green? Discipline? Follow-through? Mauls to make a young girl swoon? Pinpoint accurate kicking? WTF?
It was just after Ireland got their last try and the score was 26-3 with about a minute and a half to go that I FINALLY sat back, relaxed, and enjoyed the match. And I wasn’t the only one. Just a few minutes earlier, with Ireland on top 19 to 3, a bad play for Ireland caused the camera to cut to the home crowd where people were cringing in agony, as if they were about to lose with 4 minutes to go and up by 16 points?! THIS is what this team has done to us supporters.
Rory Best, I love you. O’Driscoll, LOVE the fact that you told the coaching staff you weren’t going to leave the match for a substitution.
And this was all against Wales, the country with rugby as its national sport, a country where every little Williams, Jones and Thomas comes out of the womb holding a Gilbert.
Like I said, I’m waaaaay behind so PLEASE, no spoilers. Could this be the year?
I do think that Ireland won’t be able to get away with some of the sloppiness I witnessed tonight when they play France. Man, do I hate France.
Ugh, why, why, why?
I was so happy to see the big red Department of Public Works truck at the corner of River and Regent Avenues on my ride in this morning repairing the ginormous pothole that has been brewing for days now…that is until I had to sit in traffic and wait, wait, wait, and again, when I got to review the work on my ride home tonight.
There were several cars in front of me this morning at this 4-way stop, as well as cars coming in the other directions as this is a busy intersection. There were SIX DPW employees and one truck. Four of the employees were standing around, not interacting with traffic, while the truck drove back and forth over the freshly poured pothole filler to stamp it down. The drivers were confused as to who should go, and the truck was blocking the traffic in my direction with the back-and-forth rolling.
Not one Providence DPW employee thought to help control traffic.
Not one Providence DPW employee thought to use the big tamper tool in their hands to tamp down the pothole filler in lieu of having the truck roll back and forth.
Total chaos at 8:10 am in the morning.
Look, I grew up in a staunch union household. My grandfather had me down at the union hall stuffing envelopes for Democratic politicians when I was 4 years old. I believe in the power of the union, but when I see crap like this, it just annoys me. You, Providence DPW workers at the corner of River & Regent this morning at 8:10 am, you make all union workers look bad. You are the reason people don’t want unions that protect and defend the worker.
And the kicker?
On tonight’s ride home, not only is there not enough pothole filler to make it a decent ride over, but the big ol’ rocks that kicked up from beneath the top layer of tarmac are still scattered all over the place. Maybe not a big issue for a car, but for a bicycle, scooter or motorcycle, they can make the wheel go out. This is also a children’s bus stop, and the last thing needed is encouragement of things to throw.
Anyway, I’m just really annoyed. How hard is it to just do your job, and do your job well? I know it’s cold out, so if you don’t like it, find something else to do. I’m sick and tired of the poorer neighborhoods in Providence getting the short shrift from lazy city workers who hide behind the great institution of the union. Gaah!
I’ll try to remember the camera (or a phone that’s charged, haha) so you can see. Stupid lazy bahstids.
Pretty much sums up the commute.
A note to the dozen or so cars without headlights.
Maybe you should check your fuses or something because it wasn’t simply stupidity that would cause you to not turn on your headlights in a freak-ass lightning downpour in the foggy near-dark (or would it be?).
Oh, and Mayor Angel Taveras, you wanna be my gubner? Why is it that once I cross over into MY neighborhood, the streets are filled with chunks of ice? My street is frightening–even cars, trucks and SUVs have been crawling along for days.
I didn’t take a picture because the rain was so bad tonight (good thing I didn’t stop at Aldi to stock up on groceries).
I am sooooo done with wintah.
I’m sure you’ve all seen this, and I can’t stop listening. Riding around the ice, snow and slush that cover the streets of Providence, this is on loop in my head.
There are actually people who thumbs-down this. Protests and deaths in Ukraine, Syria and Venezuela, child soldiers in the CAR, and people dislike this song?!
Jamaica rock the whole town! We could use some of this spirit in the frozen tundra of Providence!
Yes, you were right. I could hear what you were saying. But do you really think it’s a good idea to approach a person on a scooter, at night, in 15F degree weather on Broad Street and ask for money? What did you think I was going to do? Get off the bike in the middle of street, remove my gloves, undo the net over the milkcrate, dig through my bag in the milkcate to locate my wallet, open my wallet, and hand you some money? All while stopped at a red light with cars stopped behind me, driven by people without gloves and easier access to money to hand you?
Fourth day of jury duty and it snowed all day long. I watched it out the window. Wonder what greeted me at 5pm?
Because I was already downtown, I stopped by the credit union. As I’m walking out onto the sidewalk, three people walk by, probably Johnson & Wales students, and one guys says, “Look at that. That’s some crazy shit in this snow.” I walked over behind them, helmet chinbar up because I was just in a bank, and the three of them just stared at me. I got to feel a little bit badass.
Ride home was pretty uneventful. Lost the rear a bunch of times, including once on what I thought was clear pavement. My street was a scary, frightening solid pack of frozen slush, as was part of the driveway.
Lunchtime on jury duty
Still on jury duty, I took the opportunity at the lunch break to take a quick walk outside despite the freezing temps because all I did in the morning was sit and read motorcycle magazines (including a review of that new Super Duke, at which I think I made some ‘gaaah gaaah gaaah’ noises and drew unnecessary attention).
Actually today was warm, mid-20sF! As I’m walking over the river, having just taken a snap of the partially frozen river, I hear the familiar sounds of a Honda Nighthawk. [You spend hours on hot tarmac teaching an MSF class and you'll know that sound in your sleep.]
Wha? Wha? It took me at least 2 seconds to hear, see, and compute. That’s a guy on a motorcycle! I couldn’t believe it. Yesterday it snowed, the temps were not predicted to get out of the mid-twenties Fahrenheit today, and there were still spots on the streets with frozen chunks of slush, melted and refrozen ice, and frozen lines of whatever drips outta cars.
It was very reassuring knowing that I’m not crazy.
And finally, another SHOUT OUT to another RIPTA bus driver, this time the #11 around 4:30pm on Broad Street. Thanks for giving me the signal to take the left across your right-of-way. I’m really feeling the love of the RIPTA drivers lately.
Like a good motorcyclist, I tuned in to the TV weather news last night so I’d know what the morning would have on offer. The report was for a snowy mix as Providence was showing just on the line on the radar. I figured I’d wake up and the streets would be wet, but nothing complicated.
When I got up, I could tell by the brightness within the dreariness, that it had, indeed, snowed and stuck to the ground. This was as I stared out the window without my glasses, so all I could see were contrasts.
“I wonder how much is out there?” as I climbed into the shower. As I continued to get ready, I finally put on my glasses and discovered that “oh, hey, it’s still snowing.” I peeked out the front door and despite the white street, suited up and walked over to the garage.
Ahhh, what did the garage offer me this morning? Well, it was novel to say the least. This time, the metal bar that keeps the big door locked would not budge. I pushed, I pulled, I banged it with a large metal tape measurer. Nothing. Then I heard the boyfriend trying to open the door from the other side, and I’m thinking, “that’s not gonna work.”
He walked around to the side door and looked at me like I was a complete moron. “You can’t open it with the bar locked.”
“Oh really?” I thought. I did an abracadabra wave as if to say “have at it.” He grabbed a hammer and finally the bar snapped out of the horizontal supports.
Even though the street was snow-covered, it seemed fairly straightforward. The trick to riding on snow of an inch of so is a slow, steady throttle and a light rear brake. A car actually flashed me to offer me the left turn onto the main street in front of him which made for a good ride as he hung back a bit. I can only think he’s a multifaceted rider. Who else wants to drive behind a lunatic on a scooter on a snow-covered street?
I was headed downtown as today was my first day of jury duty since I moved to Rhode Island. I was kinda excited because it’s something different from a regular workday, and you may get to hear something interesting.
I had already scoped out parking as I knew there was a small, protected “square” near the new RISD library where the students park bicycles. I had recalled seeing scooters parked there as well, but figured, what scooter is out this winter? When I got there, I paddled the scoot up the cut in the sidewalk for wheelchairs and pushed the scoot into his spot. To my surprise, there was a proper motorcycle, covered, among the bicycles. I figured I’d be safe, and if the RISD security ticketed me for lack of a parking permit, I have an “in” at the library.
Just a couple of blocks from the courthouse, I walked across the river and up one of the many ridiculous hills on the East Side. I am seriously out of shape! When I entered the building I was greeted by an x-ray machine and a metal detector. Usually these things are a formality, but the guys went berzerk over my gloves. Because one of the battery packs is all F’d up, the light doesn’t go off so it was glaring red. It instantly attracted attention.
“What are these?”
“Are these heated gloves?”
“How do they work?”
“Do they keep you warm?”
“Are they expensive?”
“Could I use them with the snowblower? Hey, I bet these’d be great for working the blower.”
No mention of the fact that I was on a two-wheeled machine and rode to the courthouse today in a f’ing snowstorm. It was as if it was the most natural way to arrive to the first day of jury duty.
I went down to the jury room, and yadda yadda yadda, I’m back home now. Of the three states I’ve attended jury duty, Rhode Island has been the most boring, but also the most respectful. They really went out of their way to thank us for sitting around.
Tomorrow’s another day of jury duty, woohoo! I think the best part is the parking spot. I was just delighted this morning. Sometimes I think I get more pleasure from the interesting and unique parking than the actual riding.