Sunrise and Coffee

Only a complete idiot would get up before dawn and ride 15 cold miles for a cup of coffee. Yep, I’m your man.

Friday Coffee Club is my excuse for getting my ass in gear once a week. It’s also my excuse for a nap about five hours later.

I was unable to locate the battery for The handlebar bag on The Mule obstructs a handlebar mounted light so I pulled my CrossCheck down off its hook, slapped a headlight on its handlebars and rode off into the cold and dark.

I made it to the Duke Marsh bridge and was happy to see no ice on the boards. I stopped to check out the predawn light over the Potomac.

The ride to DC featured a headwind but I didn’t much mind because my legs were feeling strong after taking yesterday off.

Friday Coffee Club was in fine form. Ricky brought some homemade pumpkin banana chocolate chip bread. Poncho sported his new merino wool Phoenix Bikes jersey. Joe showed off his new screaming yellow jersey. Steve O describes his icky sinus surgery (I had to ask!). Andrea described how to tell male baked goods from female baked goods.

Fellerino checked his batwatch. It said rain was approaching so I headed for home. Of course, I got caught in the rain but the tailwind more than made up for the dampness.

Nap time beckons.

Tweets and Cold Feet

The thing I dislike most about winter bicycling is the fact that it takes five minutes to get dressed and undressed. Summer is so much easier. And there’s no guesswork either.

The next most dislikable thing about winter bicycling is cold feet, especially toes. Despite riding in New England for six years and in DC for the another 34, I have yet to find a satisfactory solution to the cold feet problem.

I use pedals and toe clips. Most of the time I ride with mountain bike shoes. Shimano came out with some that are extra wide which is a must for my super wide feet.

Down to 50 degrees, I just wear wool socks. Even when it rains. Below that is when things get difficult. I have three solutions, none of which is ideal.

Solution 1: Put chemical hand warmers in my shoes. Toe warmers fit better but hand warmers put out more heat. I try to place them on the top of my forefoot.

Solution 2: Performance brand over boots. These clodhoppers go on over your shoes. They have a liner that is fairly warm and a smooth, flat rubber sole that keeps my feet dry when the grass is wet on my  walk out to my shed. The over boots drawbacks include: they are a pain to get on, they don’t grip the pedals like my shoes do, and they change my pedaling mechanics.

Solution 3: Hiking boots. I recently saw some Instagram pictures of a #bikedc acquaintance who went bikepacking on the Blue Ridge. She and her friends wore hiking boots. I have some Gortex hiking books that are pretty comfy but they have thick soles that change my effective leg length. If I ride a long way in these boots. my knees bark.

I also have battery powered socks. They eat batteries like popcorn. Not a good solution.

I asked the Twitterverse for some better ideas. Here are some of the responses.

  • Smear Vaseline on your feet.
  • Smear embrocade (an ointment that heats up) on your feet
  • Put plastic grocery bags between your socks and shoes.
  • Giro Alpinduro bicycle shoes with wool socks.
  • Wear wool socks and sandals.

Well, I’m not into smearage. And I’ve tried the plastic bag idea. (Your feet get all sweaty and skanky.) REI doesn’t carry the Giro shoes anymore. (They probably don’t come in super wide, either.)

So that leaves me with wool socks and sandals.

I tried this out today with some really thick Smartwool socks and my Teva sandals.


The temperature was in the low 40s with gale force winds, making for wind chills in the low thirties.

I was surprised at how well this worked, at least for the first 17 miles. Then my toes got pretty cold, especially when riding into one of the gusts. I managed to ride 31 miles though and my feet comfort level was not horrible. I think this solution might work better with closed toe sandals. Regardless, had it been any colder or had my feet become wet, I think my toes would have been miserable.

Skiers are much more dialed in to winter foot comfort issues. Friend of the blog Rudy is an accomplished skier (with a once broken femur to prove it). His solution is to accept your fate. Use platform pedals and winter boots. Winter is for skiing, dude.

So, long story short, there is no good solution. Experiment. Toughen up. Or ride Big Nellie in the basement. Or find another sport for a few months.


Flat Free, Almost

The Mule and I are shocked. Stunned. Today, after well over 5,000 miles we had a flat tire. I use Schwalbe Marathon Plus tires. They are advertised as “flatless.” I have to say that 5,000 miles, much of it carrying a load, is crazy good.

I only know how many miles because I thought it would be unwise to keep riding the tires I had on last year. They took me several thousand flat free miles too. The only problem I had was a slow leak on my last day in Florida. I put the bike on Amtrak and pumped the tire up when I got to DC and rode it home.

The culprit of this year’s flat was a nasty piece of green glass, quite thick and jagged. Today was recycling day so I am guessing that I was the victim of a dead Rolling Rock or gin bottle.

I am pretty sure I heard the glass contact the tire. I even scraped off my front tire while riding just to be careful but forgot to stop and clean off the rear tire. That green monster ate through the casing for several miles before I noticed the bike start swaying as I rode.

I walked the last two miles home not wanting to change the tire on the wet side of the road. It was given a proper burial. Come spring time I will buy a new pair of Schwalbe Marathon Plus tires for my next adventure.

A Tip of the Helmet to Nigel Tufnel

It’s rainy and cold and gross outside. This morning I took my car to the mechanic because it’s brakes are seizing and causing smells and heat and unpleasantness. After walking home, I took The Mule out for a quick 16 mile jaunt before the weather hit. And when I entered the miles into my spreadsheet (Strava? Pshaw!) I crossed the 11,000 mile threshold.

So this year, like Nigel Tufnel’s amplifier, goes to 11.

Giving Thanks – 2019

Here are some things I am thankful for.

Martin’s Every Road Tour

I met Martin Arnold in the Honey Pot in Gackle, North Dakota. Actually, I woke him up after midnight. Martin had begun his bike tour two months before mine in Brunnen, Switzerland.

For the next month we met time and again as we both made our way to Anacortes, Washington. Martin had a video camera and has made this edited account of his ride. The section of his ride in Europe is new to me. Although we didn’t see each other, our routes actually overlapped somewhat from DC to Indiana and again from Minneapolis to Gackle.

I got a good laugh out of the pictures from the Northern Cascades in Washington state. He’s going fast one second then crawling the next. Just as I remember it. Except that the crawling lasted all morning and the speedy descents lasted a few blissful hours in the afternoon.

At the end of the video is his blog address. The blog is in German but contains many more pictures including one of the two of us when we briefly rode together near Colville National Forest.


Medical Update

I realize I mentioned the fact that I was going to see my hematologist and my pulmonologist for a status check. Sorry to leave you all hanging.

Both visits were little more than conversations. “How are you feeling?” “Are you having any symptoms?” etc.

Long story short: I’m doing fine. Mentally, I have never been better. Thanks to the bike tour and the afterglow.  Of course, a year ago, I was feeling my oats and then the wheels fell off the cart in December. Like the song says, I could go at anytime. There’s nothing safe about his life.

So I have a green light from both medical specialists. Bueno.

Speaking of afterglow, my blogging friend Brittany is glowing like a lava lamp after a very cool summer in Yellowstone. Check it out here.



Finishing the Boundary

Crisp. Gentle breezes. 45 degrees. Sunny. Good day to curl up with some hot tea.

But no, I decided to finish off the Boundary Stone Route.

So I rode 20 miles to the Kenilworth Aquatic Gardens where I abandoned the route a few days ago.

It being Veterans Day the streets and trails were empty. So the ride to the gardens was pretty much effortless

Once in the route I failed to find the first stone at the intersection of Eastern and Kenilworth Avenue.

No worries. Just a few miles southeast on Eastern Avenue led me to the East was in a wooded area but the fence surrounding it was easy to spot.

The ride along Eastern Avenue was quite hilly but nothing like the climbing festival that awaited me in Southern Avenue.

The rollers would have been easier but for the red lights at the bottom of each descent.

Some of the stones are located in hard to find spots so I decided that to keep things moving along I would only look for the stones within eyesight of the road.

I rode the Southern Avenue roller coaster toward the southwest breathing in the crisp autumn air and a pretty significant amount of second hand marijuana smoke.

At the end of Southern Avenue the route takes you around a strip mall and to a bridge over a man made stream. Except the bridge was there. Instead was a man made rapid that I decided not to ford.

I could have ridden into an adjacent neighborhood to get to the last stone but decided against it. I’d have had to bushwhack through some high weeds and shrubs to find the stone. Then I’d get to climb up the nasty, bumpy hill at Oxon Farm. Instead I retreated to the frontage road of the highway and used that to ride up Oxon Hill.

The ride home involved a pleasant descent to the Potomac then a climb with a spiral ramp to get to the Woodrow Wilson Bridge Trail.

The trail features numerous bone jarring expansion joints that Maryland transportation officials seem unable to fix or mitigate.

So my Boundary Stone make up ride is complete. It was pretty tedious and hilly. I’ll bet it’s a lot more fun with other people along for the ride.

The Mule and I managed to ride 43.5 miles today.

Tomorrow I go back to the hematologist for a status check on my blood clots. Tuesday I visit the pulmonologist for the same reason. No worries.


Last night, I watched the election while drinking beer and eating chips and guacamole. I was feeling like a blob before the evening began; by the end of it I felt roly poly.

There was just one thing to do. I went for a long bike ride today. The weather was on board allowing me to ride in shorts. Not bad for November.

A few weeks ago I had planned to participate in the annual Boundary Stone Ride. The night before I watched an 18-inning baseball game. Need less to say, I slept in and missed the ride. But I did get the cue sheet.

What is the Boundary Stone Ride? When it was decided to establish the District of Columbia (thanks to that Hamilton chap), surveyors laid out boundary stones in a square. The square was rotated so that its corners pointed north, south, east, and west. This is because the founding fathers were incredibly anal.

Anyway, ten boundary stones were laid along all four sides of the square. 36 of them are still there, over 225 years later. Somebody nearly as anal as the founding fathers decided to ride a bike to each stone. The ride is over 60 miles long even though the square is 40 miles in circumference.

I rode to the South stone in Jones Point Park on the Mount Vernon Trail. It was overcast but the weather was just right for Little Nellie, posing here at Dyke Marsh.

The route goes clockwise mostly northwest on King Street through Alexandria. Since the stones are arrayed in straight lines the ride goes up and down hills rather than around them.

Near Seven Corners the route turns toward the northeast. I rode on streets I’d never seen before, and I have lived here since 1984. In North Arlington I went down a side street to find a stone. It was on someone’s back yard so I couldn’t see it. At least these folks were decent enough to have a gorgeous red tree in their front yard for me to gawk at.

The route took me down a scary hill to the Potomac River at Chain Bridge. Across the river I picked up the muddy C&O Canal towpath and then pushed Little Nellie up a flight of stairs to get on the Capital Crescent Trail. I very nearly fell down the stairs as my grip on the bike slipped.

Across the river I climbed up to Massachusetts Avenue and then to Western Avenue which runs along the northwest boundary of DC. From time to time I could see a stone off to my left. By this point I had missed finding about five stones so I was more concerned about the riding than the stones.

Down into and up out of Rock Creek Park brought me to scary East West Highway. It took me several tries but I finally found the North stone tucked away near the edge of a parking lot. Note the cage that surrounds the stone to protect it from evil doers.

From here the route points southeast, more or less. Eastern Avenue is the boundary road but the route meanders about. By this point I pretty much stopped looking for the stones. I was more concerned about avoiding being car chow.

In Colman Manor the route put me on the Anacostia River Trail System. After a wrong turn, I found familiar pavement and crossed the river. I stopped at Bladensburg Waterfront Park to use a blue room and refill my water bottles. I had ridden over 45 miles so far and it occurred to me that breakfast was about to wear off. Also sunset was only about 1/2 hour away.

I decided to abandon the last third of the ride and head home on the Anacostia Trail. As I  rode to the 11th Street Bridge, crossed the river, and headed toward Nationals Park. Once there I followed my route to my house from summer days and nights at home. This involved dodging pedestrians and cars near the DC Wharf and nimjas on the Mount Vernon Trail. (Get some lights, people.)

I arrived home after 70 miles.

I still feel like a blob. A sore blob.

But it was so worth it.