Saturday, March 14, 2009

The Last Vestiges of Winter

The Oquirrh mountains. (A weird Utah name)
Hi all,
Not much riding this week. Early in the week we enjoyed a lovely snowstorm that dropped around a foot of snow from Ogden, northwards to Logan. This really shouldn’t have been an issue for me down in Layton, except that I was up in Brigham City during the snow! It was such a lovely day.
A welcome sight on the road...
I will give compliments to UDOT; they did an excellent job of keeping the highway cleaned off, and the drive home was not near as terrifying as it could have been.
Spring just makes one want to run and jump!
I did get a ride today, a nice climb up to Fernwood. I wanted to see if the last vestiges of snow had receded from the trailhead, and whether or not I would be mountain biking anytime soon. Alas, there is still a lot of snow, and the road to the trailhead is still full of snow. I did meet a nice young man while I stopped to take pictures. He told me he had fat tireson his mountain bike, and was going to try and ride the trail anyway! Kids. For me, I enjoyed a nice warm climb, and a frozen descent back to the house.
This gentleman had enjoyed a nice climbing run...
In other news, I was reading the paper the other day, and as is my practice, I always read the Lost and Found ads. Sometimes I find something humorous, and this time was no exception. Read the ad below. Oh, for one comma!
No further comment necessary...
Lastly, I can report that the construction project at my church, Aldersgate UMC is about finished! Tomorrow, we will enjoy working in our new sound room with new speakers, new amps, the sound board has been relocated, and except for moving some lighting controls, we are all done. It has been an exciting three months. I have learned a lot about wiring, framing, and the joy of a job completed. Next up, installing the new projector!
A nice construction still life from last Saturday...
The weather forecast is good this week; I should get some nice miles Monday and Tuesday
See you down the road.

Friday, March 06, 2009

Finding Friends, and Phones...

Sunset on the Causeway
Hi all,
This past Tuesday I went for a nice hill climb up Fairfield Road. It is not a major hill by any means, just a long 3.5 mile climb up to highway 193. It’s a good training hill, and from the top of the climb, I can go in several directions to make a nice loop. On this ride, I made a nice 12 mile loop over to the east, and then back down the hill for lunch and then to work.
However, this blog entry is not about base training, nor is it a techie article about spin rates, gear ratios or anything like that. This entry is about the people we meet on our bikes, and the things we find on the road. In Tuesday’s case, the two subjects intertwined.

Sunset from the back porch!
As I was riding past the post office, I waved at a cyclist riding down Fairfield. He was riding a mountain bike, wearing no fancy gear; just jeans and a shirt. (It was a gloriously warm morning) At the time, I remembered thinking that his set up wasn’t fancy by any means, but I accepted him for another cyclist enjoying the lovely day and that it was nice to see someone else out on the road.

Waitin for Wednesday's train...
As I continued to climb, the road steepens north of Antelope. I was making 8-10 mph working on achieving a nice spin rate. When I climb this slowly, I have time to notice things on the road. In this case, a cell phone. At first glance, I took it to be a toy, but then as I stopped to look at it; I realized that it was in fact a real cell phone. It was open, and the battery was lying on the ground next to it. I pulled off the road and inquisitively put the battery in and to my joy, the thing powered up! A further search found the back panel to the battery lying in the gutter. I took the phone, stuck it in my pocket and continued my climbing. I figured I would look at it and figure out how to find the owner when I got home.

12 miles later, I was sitting in the kitchen having a PBH, (peanut butter/honey) and playing with the little Kyocera phone. I figured out how to search for last calls received, and using the little lost phone, dialed the most recent number. After two rings, a woman answered saying: “Oh, you have my husband’s phone!” As it turns out, the owner lived about a mile from my house, and I arranged to drive over and deliver the phone on my way to work.
When I pulled into the cul-de-sac, and found the address, I noticed the bike sitting on the porch. It sure looked familiar! The owner (Paul) came out and I recognized him from my ride. He was the mountain bike rider I waved at on Fairfield! We had a nice time visiting. He was much relieved that his cell phone had been found and hadn’t been run over by a car. I learned that he rides a 10-mile loop regularly, and enjoys the exercise and the fresh air. It was nice to meet a fellow rider, and find out what riding means to him.
So remember, be ready for those rare opportunities extend friendship past the usual wave across the street.
See you down the road.