It wasn’t a great weekend for cycling, I’m afraid. Oh, I could have headed out into the elements and proved my dedication, but I just didn’t quite have the motivation to do so. The most interesting cycling-related thing I did was buy a copy of Bicycle Times magazine when I noticed the cover story was an explanation of randonneuring.
To make matters worse, yesterday was my birthday. Unwritten cycling dictums require that I ride a number of miles equal to my age on my birthday. Instead, after coming home from work, I edged the lawn then mowed it. Not very inspiring nor interesting, I’m afraid, and not the least bit cycling related.
There was plenty of interesting things going on this past week, none of which I did. Most significant was the National Bike Summit, an annual convention where cycling advocates are unleashed on Congress to lobby for cycling projects. The event draws a slew of the famous and semi-famous, such as cyclocross great Tim Johnson, who pedaled from Boston to DC to raise awareness of the event. Gary Fisher, one of the inventors of the mountain bike, was in town and went for a ride with Revolution Cycles and anyone else who cared to stop by. Even BikeSnobNYC dropped in to sign copies of his book and go for a ride. Porta-John was able to participate in this event, so you can actually read a first-hand account by a real-live blogger. The summit concluded with the annual Congressional Bicycle Ride. This year’s ride was held in honor of Representative Gabrielle Giffords, a member of the Congressional Bike Caucus (I had no idea there was such a thing), and in memory of the Tuscon shooting victims.
I went to none of these events.
Meanwhile, the Cherry Blossoms were in full bloom, giving the city an amazing Spring-like look. Chasing Mailboxes swings by every year and she made her trip late in the week. The weekend rains and high winds on Monday have done their worst and the blooms are nowhere near as glorious as they were just a few days ago. Had the weather been nice, my wife and I planned on visiting this weekend. It wasn’t, so we didn’t.
Today I did manage to once again head out for a trip after work, a 22-mile trek that featured all manner of walkers and joggers, most with iPods and most oblivious to my existence. Summer is definitely coming.