Sunday, September 19, 2010

Neither Regardeth He the Crying of the Driver

Stopped in a shady bus stop to hydrate and cool down for a few minutes on a silly-hot day in Phoenix. One of the last days of summer: record heat, looks like we will make it to 110F. I drank four or five full water bottles, and still lost about four pounds of water weight. I saw plenty of others out and about on bicycles in the heat of the afternoon, though, enjoying this early fall weather with me.

Well watcha sittin around waiting for, Jack?

...and not to sit still

...spinning an appropriate gear at a rapid cadence

The time-honored method of beating the heat: massive sugar drinks from the convenience mart.

That's all. I have about four pounds of water I better go and drink before I fall over. I do make my own electolyte drink, btw, by throwing in a couple of spoons of sugar, a pinch of salt, and a little potassium supplement. I was so caked with salt after the ride that the cats were licking me. Which tickles, but hey, felines got to get their salt too, right? Actually, I'm sure their ultra-expensive food already has an optimal balance of all the vitamins and minerals they need. Seriously guys, go out to the barn and kill some mice for dinner, wouldya? The yard and street is full of pigeons, go work for your food once, you furry salt-moochers!

Get up. Go ride.


  1. I like the one about traveling in the direction of our fear, reminds me of some roads around here.

  2. By the way, just when is rainy around those parts?
    I'm waiting for some water snorting gushing steel steeds!

  3. On August 1 it appears to have rained (almost?) enough for a little water to come out of the aluminum horses' mouths, possibly, in the middle of the night. That was one of the reasons I went for a ride that morning, to check it out, and ended up with the "My MUP Runneth Over" post. So I am still waiting, too.


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