Dos and Donuts

My wife came home with apple cider donuts. They came in a pack of 8. These are not good for you. I ate 3. I am weak.

I have had a recurring credit card mystery this year. In July I was charged $51 by a company called Spiz. They sell a “meal replacement” powder. They do not sell an apple cider donut replacement powder. Lame! I have never heard of Spiz so I contacted my credit card provider and filed a fraud claim. I received a new card and thought all was copacetic until I received another $51 charge for Spiz meal replacement powder in September. I contacted my credit card provider and filed another fraud claim.

I got to thinking: have I twice ordered anything online that costs $51? The only thing I could think of was my Knee Saver pedal extenders. They cost $45. It turns out they charge $6 for shipping. Bingo. I searched the Kneesaver.net website and clicked on “About” in the menu. Near the bottom of a long page of company history I found that the Knee Saver is a side gig of the Spiz meal replacement powder company. Mystery solved. I called the credit card company and canceled my fraud claims.

I can’t speak for the quality of the powder but I think the pedal extenders are great. Just add water. (I’m kidding.)

The riding weather has been splendid for a few weeks but I haven’t gone for a long ride. Sad face. This year I gave up mowing my own lawn. Last week the lawn service aerated my lawn then spread an astonishing amount of grass seed over the whole thing. I have to water it twice a day. Once at breakfast time and once in the early afternoon. This cramps my riding style to say the least.

The bike computer on Big Nellie quit working last week. I replaced the battery and all is well. It turns out that the tire manufacturer says the wheel size in millimeters is 1540 (the call numbers for a rock and roll radio station of my youth. I inputted this number and, using 10 miles worth of mileage markers on the Mount Vernon Trail, I determined that it was 4 percent too big. Annoying. My tires are made in Germany. No fahrvergnugen for me.

A few days later the same model bike computer on The Mule went dark. I replaced the battery and it woke up. I rode 30 miles, and all was well. The next day I rode to DC. The computer stopped receiving a signal from the magnet on the front wheel. Riding for an hour with a big 0 miles per hour on your bike computer is depressing. I may have to replace the computer.

A few days ago I rode past an man walking his German shepherd. Both of them were old and flabby. I said “nice dog” as I rode by. The man didn’t hear me. Neither did his dog. When the dog saw me he lunged at me and growled. The man said “You should give a warning.” I told him controlling the dog was his job not mine. He told me to “Eff off”. Except he didn’t say “eff”.

Today, I came to a T intersection an half mile from home. It’s a three-way stop. I looked left and right then proceeded to make a left turn. Just as I did I heard an engine roar and a tire squeal. A pickup truck screeched to a halt to my right. He didn’t see or car about his stop sign. I stopped before crossing in front of him. I gave him a WTF look. I started up again and he passed me on the left. He said something that sounded aggressive to me. I yelled “Slow the eff down!” Except I didn’t say “eff”. Effs are contagious.

My early morning rides to Friday Coffee Club now begin in the dark. Last week I even had to wear long pants. Dang. The best thing about these rides is the sunrise over the Potomac.