You Know It’s December When

You know it’s December when you’re on the first rotation of the dreaded annual medical merry-go-round. I went to a hand surgeon to get a cortisone shot for my trigger finger. He must be in arrears on his boat payments because he diagnosed me with a pinched nerve in my neck (knew that already) and carpal tunnel syndrome (one leads to the other apparently). I go to a neurologist next to have an EMG exam next week. The exam involves shocking nerves in your spine and down your arm to your hand. The typical diagnosis is: your nerves are messed up but we really don’t know why.

You know it’s December when a cold spell hits just in time for you to get a flat tire. Not just any flat tire, but a mystery flat tire. And, of course, it’s on the rear wheel. Changing a flat in 40-degree weather is not fun. It’s especially not fun when you get everything apart and you can’t find the cause of the flat. (This usually means the valve has gone bung.) So you put everything back together and hope all is well the next time you go for a ride. (Fat chance.)

You know it’s December when you have two craft beers at a happy hour and your body rebels for 36 hours. I am not making this up. Not only did my GI tract go bananas but I didn’t sleep for two days. Fast forward a couple of days and you go to a holiday open house. My wife brought Juggernaut wine (I kid you not) which she says is smooth like buttah. So you have a couple of glasses. (It’s very tasty.) The good news is there wasn’t any gas but the bad news is I haven’t slept in two days. Ugh.

You know it’s December when you take your wife’s car to the mechanic for an oil change and he takes it for a test drive. It turns out the funny noise that she didn’t tell you about is the bearings in the rear wheels shot to hell. Expensive to repair? Don’t ask.

You know it’s December when you have your eyes on a spring bike tour but know that it will be a disaster if you eat any more Christmas cookies. Did I mention my wife has produced more cookies (and fudge) this week than Keebler’s elves on a Pepperidge Farm? The entire house smells of sugar, butter, and chocolate. It’ll be a miracle if I make it to January without looking like Victor Buono.

I spy with my little eye fudge, seven layer brownies, and shortbread cookies with jam. Not shown batches of Hershey kiss cookies on the kitchen counters

You know it’s December when you have your eyes pinned to the bike mileage spreadsheet. Will I? Can I? Yes! Ten thousand miles. For the seventh year in a row, no less. Impressed? Don’t be. It’s 1,000 miles less than last year. Old man take a look at my life, I’m a lot like me.

Time for some cookies….

The Great Pedal Off

Having ridden pedals with toe clips for over 45 years, I decided it was time to experiment with platform pedals. There were three pedals that caught my eye. MKS Lambda pedals, rather than having a rectangular shape, look rather like a big “8”. These are the pedals that Mat Ryder used on his two long US tours. They differ from the other two platform pedals of interest in that they do not have pins sticking up out of the surface. The pins keep your foot in place, except when they don’t. If your foot slips and you take a pinned pedal to the shins, there will be blood. I don’t like blood.

The other two pedals have pins. MKS makes a pinned version of the Lambda under a variety of names: Gamma, King, and Monarch. They are very similar to each other. This being the end of the biking season they were hard to find. So I settled on the Lambdas. Note that MKS is the same company that makes the pedals I have been using on my CrossCheck and my Specialize Sequoia. They’ve held up very well for well over 7,000 miles.

The other pinned pedal I considered was the Catalyst pedal by Pedaling Innovations, a small company based in Fruita, Colorado (which I rode past in 2009). These pedals have a rectangular shape that is longer than their width. Simply put, they are huge. They are intended to be used differently that other pedals. With all the other pedals that I’ve used, the pedal axle is positioned under the forefoot; with Catalysts the axle is further back, beneath the arch. The idea is to engage the big muscles of the butt and thighs while pedaling.

One big advantage to platform pedals is that I don’t have to wrestle my forefoot into the toe clip. This is especially a problem with winter shoes. As temperatures have fallen, I’ve started using some old, ankle-high hiking boots with the Lambdas. These boots have a flat sole and they work like a charm. It does seem to take me a mile or two to orient my feet on the pedals so that they don’t slip off. Usually, they only slide a bit to the outside. It’s not a big deal but I have to think about it for a while before the contact of my foot on the pedal becomes second nature.

The nubs around the outside help a bit with foot slippage. On the pinned version, the pins go through these nubs.

I did move my saddle forward a bit as most on-line commenters suggest. (See below.) This created a slightly cramped cockpit so I lowered my handlebars one millimeter. After that I felt dialed in.

The Catalyst is a whole ‘nother animal. I took them for my first test ride today using my Shimano touring shoes that have a rubbery flat sole. Following the advice of the manufacturer I slid my saddle forward and down just a bit. I rode 33 miles, deliberately climbing one small, steep hill to check out their climbing performance.

What I liked most was how the pins kept my feet firmly on the pedals. And when I climbed, I stood up and rode out of saddle for a bit. The big platform felt like a stair tread. Solid. It felt like I was going faster than usual but that may just be wind or the fact that the Sequoia is inherently faster than the CrossCheck or simply adrenaline.

Today the owner of Pedaling Dynamics sent me an email and advised that it will take a while to adjust to the pedals. I can already tell two things. My butt muscles feel a bit sore, in a good way. The new foot position definitely distributes the stress of pedaling differently than my toe clip set up.

The second thing is that, like with the CrossCheck, I felt a little cramped while riding. I’m think I raised the saddle and slid it forward too much. I hope the weather allows me to do a reasonable amount of riding so I can get the set up dialed in.

In the meantime I’m going to admire the Christmas-y vibe they give my bike.

They almost look like candy. Ho ho ho.

Long story short, I’m going to ride the Catalysts for a couple of weeks and see how I like them. So far, so good.

More New Bike-ish Stuff

A while ago I bought some new bike stuff that seemed to be pretty useful. Recently I pulled out my credit card for another go at shopping.

My helmet is over ten years old. The visor, which comes in handy when the angle of the sun is low, broke off a couple of years ago. I liked the helmet that my 50-States-posse friend Kevin has so I bought one. It’s visor can be rotated up when not needed so my neck will be happy.

I bought a large sized helmet but it was too big so I returned it. (REI’s return policy is great). I had to order a medium online as there were none in stock at the store. Lucky me, the helmet was now selling for 40% off.

My new chapeau

I switched to MKS Lambda pedals on the Tank about a month ago. They work great with my winter footwear but my feet do slide around a bit on them.

I decided to go all in and buy some Catalyst platform pedals. They cost about twice what I paid for the Lambda pedals. These babies are quite a bit longer than my old touring pedals and have wee screws around the edges to keep your foot from sliding off. (They come with a set of longer screws in case you need to tweak the set up.) I haven’t decided which bike to try them on yet (they came in the mail only yesterday).

My Catalyst pedals with my wallet perspective

Last week I returned to the massage therapist for another deep tissue massage. She recommended I do some passive stretching on my psoas muscles. Basically you lie face down with something under your hips. I had been experimenting with a foam roller (too hard) and a rolled up yoga mat (too soft) but the therapist suggested using these half dome exercise thingies. These have nubs and go under the inside of your hip bones.

Half dome psoas thingies

My wallet hasn’t yet caught on fire so I have my eye on a few more bicycling things. watch this space, y’all.

Weather Gone Bung – November 2024

The month began with more rainless days. The streak continued for over 35 days. There were wildfires in Prospect Park in Brooklyn. At the very end of the month, the weather switched to wintery. Brrr. Climate change will be the death of us.

The election results shocked me. I can’t believe that Harris didn’t even win the popular vote against the most flawed opponent in history. As I recall Biden won by only tens of thousands of votes in the swing states. In a tight race, misogyny and racism exceeds incompetence and corruption. The next four years are going to be painful. As for me, I am turning off the TV and skipping the alarmist articles in the newspaper about what is going to happen. Worry is like carrying an umbrella on a sunny day.

Bicycling

The quest for 10,000 miles carries on. I hit 9,000 miles on November 7 and finished the 865-mile month with 9,623 miles.

I did two event rides. The 60-mile Cider Ride featured a posse of six. We had good time and the pizza and beer afterwards were delicious. The Ride for Your Life was a more somber affair. The ride was 8 miles from Bethesda to the Lincoln Memorial. The event raises awareness about traffic violence in the U.S. Getting to the start was a 21-mile ride in itself, making for a 43.5 mile day.

My back woes were really getting to be unbearable in October. I went to a wedding and the pain was tough to take. I also had neuropathy (pain and tingling in my right hand and arm) that seemed to worsen by the day. After riding my recumbent upon my return, I could barely stand up. I had been researching platform pedals for a while when I kept hearing that when using them you need to move the saddle forward. So, on a whim, I moved the saddle on the CrossCheck forward a few millimeters. My comfort on and off the bike was immediately improved.

I bought some MKS Lambda platform pedals and put them on the Tank. It was the first time in 40 years that I had ridden without toe clips and straps. I found I needed to raise the saddle a tad but the resulting position served me well. Even better, the pedals work great with my overboots and with my hiking boots.

Unfortunately my neuropathy returned. Earlier in the year I developed trigger finger on the middle finger of my right hand. (The finger will randomly lock in a crooked posture like a claw. Eek.) A hand surgeon gave me a shot of cortisone. Time will tell if sets me right. He also tested me for carpal tunnel syndrome. I passed! So I have a medical BOGO and, as a bonus, a pinched nerve in my neck.

A couple of week later I went for a deep tissue massage. It was pretty painful but the therapist concurred with the surgeon about the pinched nerve. She pulled me this way and that. She pressed one knotted muscle after another. I hurt all over. But two days later I felt much improved.

Reading

The Island at the Center of the World by Russell Shorto tells the mostly overlooked story of New Netherland with a focus on New Amsterdam. My wife gave it to me for my birthday and I thought it was going to be a snoozer but it turned out to be very interesting. (I am from Albany, New York which plays a role in the story so I have a heightened personal interest.) New Amsterdam, like “old” Amsterdam was a mixture of melting pot and wild, wild west. The town was an outpost of the Dutch West India Company which specialized in privateering, raiding non-Dutch vessels and stealing their goods. New Amsterdam was on the threshold of becoming a sort of proto-US when the Brits showed up with their warships and took over. God save the king and all that nonsense.

The Hunter by Tana French. This grand thriller is a sequel to French’s The Searcher. Cal Hooper is a retired Chicago cop living in rural northwestern Ireland. He’s an outsider and a distrusted guarda (cop) to the locals who make living in a small town something out of a Sartre play. A couple of grifters come to town in search of gold. Crosses and double crosses, plot twists and turns, and that’s all before the murder. And then the Dublin police show up. Eek.

Watching

Endurance is a National Geographic documentary about the 2022 search for the wreck of Ernest Shackleton’s ship at the bottom of the sea near Antarctica. The film interweaves the story of the Endurance expedition of 1914 to 1917 and the search for the wreckage nearly 10,000 feet below sea level in 2022. I’d already read two books on the Endurance so I knew the story of the expedition but I found the documentary interesting nonetheless.

Mat Ryder’s Great Divide Mountain Bike ride – After watching the video series of his ride across the US by road, I decided to check out his ride from Banff, Alberta to Antelope Wells, New Mexico along the Great Divide Mountain Bike Route last year. Steep climbs, scary descents, wildlife (grizzly bears, elk, bison, rattlesnakes, llamas, free range cattle, hawks, vultures, and more), rain, impassable mud, hurricane- remnant winds, blistering sun, high altitude, and more. There was also amazing scenery, appalling meals, and incredibly friendly people. He crossed the routes of my 2018, 2019, and 2022 tours in several places. This video series comes in roughly half hour installments (beginning here) or in one edited three-hour movie.

Beatles ’64. This is a documentary that trots out film and interviews about the Beatles first trip to the U.S. There’s nothing new to be seen, of course. I watched it while I was doing laundry. The performances benefited from new techniques that clean up the sound and isolate the band from the screaming crowds. It’s interesting to hear parts of their first U. S. concert in a boxing ring at the Washington Colosseum, now home to an REI store. I was one of the 70+million viewers who saw them on Ed Sullivan and didn’t “get” them. They were very different from what I was used to. I was a little too young and wasn’t into music yet.

New Bike Stuff

I recently acquired some new bike toys that hopefully will solve some nagging little bugaboos in my bike life.

The Click-Stand, the Silca Tattico hand pump, and the Var tire levers

The Click-Stand: The Mule doesn’t have a kickstand which can be annoying when parking when a wall isn’t around. Enter the Click-Stand. I first saw one in use on my 2019 bike trip. Corey had one and used it often. He liked it a lot (until he bent it on our 2022 tour. Derp.). I figured it was worth a try. It’s basically a collapsible tent pole with a cradle on top. Two straps hold the brakes tight to stabilize the bike.

So far the reviews are mixed. My friend Chris used his Click-Stand at a stop on the Cider Ride. It didn’t hold and his bike fell over. Hmmm. Also, there are little rubber band thingies that you use to squeeze the brakes levers to keep the bike stable. Because I use bar end shifters, I had to assemble the thingies myself. One assembled (it’s really just a plastic clasp on the ends of a rubber cord) without incident. The other failed and I can’t get it to work. I guess I’ll be using a velcro strap instead.

VAR tire levers: I ride on Schwable and Panaracer tires. Both brands make tires that are super hard to mount onto the rim. You can get one bead over the rim easily. You can get 90 percent of the opposite bead over the rim then you cry. If you try to use conventional tire levers to get the remaining bead over, you’ll succeed but you’ll puncture the tube in the process. More tears. Without levers you’ll tear the skin off your thumbs. What to do?

Beth at Bikes at Vienna convinced me to try a clever combination tire lever/tire jack. There are three arms to this arrangement. One arm is a stand-alone, conventional tire lever. The other marries a tire lever with a second arm, the jack part. You plant one end on the rim and use the opposite end to hook the bead on the opposite side of the rim. Then you use leverage to pull the bead over the rim. Beth uses it in the shop. I tried it at home. It works. The skin on my thumbs is happy. No more tears.

The Silca Tattico minipump: I have been very frustrated with portable bike pumps. For many years I relied on a Zefal frame pump. This pump lasted about 20 years until it wore out. It worked great but, lacking a hose, it could be prone to damaging the tire valve during the last bit of pumping. Mounted under the top tube, the Zefal got in the way when I needed to heft my bike and carry it.

I switched to Top Peak Road Morph pumps. A foot pad flips out of the bottom allowing this pump to convert from a small size into a mini floor pump. It’s a clever design but small parts of the pump (such as the lever securing the pump head to the tire valve) fall off from time to time. And after a couple of years the pump seals start to fail. This isn’t a problem if you only want 30 pounds per square inch of air in your tire but that’s not enough for me. So I tried a Lezyne micro floor pump. It’s a little bigger and operates similarly to the Top Peak. It doesn’t have the problem with parts falling off but it has a handle that digs into your hand as you use the pump. More problematic, the chuck threads onto the valve stem. It’s a very secure connection except it can be too secure; the chuck can pull the valve stem out of the valve. This can ruin your whole day. Ugh. (I am told that the valve that I have was redesigned to avoid this problem. Let’s hope so.)

I found a video comparing the Lezyne and a hand pump made by Silca. Like the Top Peak and the Lezyne, the Silca Tattico pump has a hose to keep the valve stem from being damaged while pumping. It lacks the foot peg that turns the other pumps into a mini floor pump. But, according to the video, it works. It takes a while but it does the job. Time will tell.

MKS Lambda pedals: I am a die-hard user of flat pedals with toe clips. (I’ve tried clipless of various designs and hated them.) These work great but they have two limitations. First, when riding in winter, I often use booties over my bike shoes. Getting my booted feet in and out of the toe clips is an ergonomic mess. I could take the toe clips off but then I’d have a short pedal that my feet would slip off of. Second, in the summer, I can’t ride with sandals because the toe clips are designed for a closed-toe shoe.

My requirements are a solid, non-slippery surface and a wide platform for my wide feet. I have been asking people including YouTubers what they use. Mat Ryder used platforms with pins on some short tours but he found that if the pedal hit his calf it would cut into his skin. The whole blood on his calf thing just didn’t work for him. For his Great Divide Mountain Bike Ride and his TransAmerica Ride he used MKS Lambda pedals. They look weird but are kind of long and have nubby bits to keep your feet stable. Mat never mentioned his pedals after over 6,000 miles of use, on road and off. That’s as good a recommendation as you can hope for so I picked up a pair at Bikes at Vienna. I’ll put install them soon and we’ll see how I like them.

MKS Lambda pedals

Mat Ryder’s Epic Adventure

For the last several weeks I’ve been anxiously waiting the next installment on YouTube of Welshman Mat Ryder’s ride across the United States. He began in Astoria Oregon and followed the Adventure Cycling TransAmerica Trail as far as Dubois, Wyoming. There the TransAm dips south through Colorado and Kansas. Frustrated with traffic, Mat took a more direct route, called the Bike NonStop, east across Nebraska. He ended up riding about the same number of miles (4,344) as the TransAm.

Making the YouTube videos brought him some pleasant surprises in the form of viewers meeting him and helping him with routing, shelter, food, and beer.

As I have said before, this series of videos is the very best account of a cross country ride I’ve seen in that it gives the viewer a sense of what each day is like from waking up to bedtime. Mat endured wildfire smoke, rain, headwinds, tedious climbs, traffic, saddle sores, and fatigue but he also encountered tailwinds, sunny days, epic downhills, car-free trails, and innumerable instances of kindness from strangers and, as I mentioned, viewers. From nearly abandoned towns in the plains to the chaos of Times Square, he saw it all.

Mat had zero flats (as did I), was chased by only a couple of dogs (he didn’t ride through Kentucky), not a single crash, and barely any mechanical problems.

Check it out from the start.

Time Back and Time Off

Yesterday was the annual Cider Ride, an event staged by the Washington Area Bicyclists Association. As usual there were three ride options. The ten-mile option is for families or others who don’t want to ride all day. The 30-mile ride is for sane people. The 60-mile ride is the one I do every year.

Usually I ride with about ten people but for a variety of reasons we had six people this year. Chris and Kevin returned for the umpteenth time. Neena and her father Richard came along after they were not scared off by the 50 States Ride in September. Brian, whom I had never met, joined us at the start.

I led the group through the streets of Northeast DC before Chris – who was navigating with a GPS – took us up the Anacostia River trails to the first pit stop at Proteus Bicycles (looks like a terrific shop by the way) in College Park, Maryland. We had ridden 16 miles and Chris set a fast pace so we did our best to fuel up on donuts and hot apple cider.

We headed out for the road portion of the ride, north into the Greenbelt USDA agricultural preserve. Beyond that we rode up Powder Mill Road to the Pawtuxent Wildlife Refuge which graciously allowed us to use their restrooms. We determined that Richard had the longest arms so he took a team selfie.

Kevin, Neena, Brian, me, Chris, and Richard

We retraced our way down Powder Mill Road. It is a very smooth, slightly downhill roll so I let The Mule fly for a couple of miles. We were both pretty tired afterwards. The route took us through a residential neighborhood near Beltsville before we crossed the agricultural reserve toward Greenbelt. The crossing involved the only really serious climb of the route, a climb that is complicated by a gate across the road. You get extra bonus points for pedaling through the gap at the side of the gate. The Mule failed.

In Greenbelt we stopped at pit stop number two in Buddy Attick Park for apple pie and cider. Normally, this stop involves a bazillion bees but this year they weren’t so bad.

The route returns to the Anacostia Trails with a short diversion through Riverdale and Hyattsville. Next it was back to the trails as I lagged a few hundred yards behind the group. We hit the final pit stop at mile 47 in Bladensburg Waterfront Park for another donut. The next seven miles or so took us down the Anacostia River Trail to the 11th Street Bridge. We crossed the river and rode back up the ART on the west side of the river to RFK Stadium, a multiuse stadium that is now all but abandoned.

From RFK we rode the C Street cycle track to Capitol Hill then danced with city buses past Union Station. The First Street cycletrack took us to the Metropolitan Branch Trail for the last mile to the finish at Metrobar.

At Metrobar we refueled on last time on the USDA approved pizza and beer.

Recovery food

The ride really did me in this year. When Chris wasn’t putting the hurt on me, Kevin and Neena were. It felt like we were going much faster than last year but Chris says his Strava reported that we were actually five minutes slower. Maybe, just maybe, I would have done better if I had ridden over 500 miles since mid-October with only one day off.

Our group was pretty mellow this time. We missed Michael (dislocated shoulder), Domitille (torn ligament in her arm) and Sara (deployed by FEMA to help in southwestern Virginia). Michael brings his stunt riding (he did 50 States on bikeshare bikes). Domitille brings self deprecating humor and snark (not to mention celery). Sara’s boundless enthusiasm keeps our spirits up.

Today I took the day off from riding. I ordered prescriptions, did laundry, reset the time on my bike computers (a total PITA), and experimented with quieting the annoying buzz from my bike rack. I learned afterwards that the solution may be as simple as twisting the straps that connect the rack to the car.

When resetting the time, I take a picture of the odometers

Tomorrow, I return to the 10,000-mile quest. Only 1,151 miles to go!

October 2024 – Rain?

Biking

I started the month by taking four days completely off my bike, and a 7-and-half-mile day that was a ride home from an auto body shop. (The short ride was courtesy of my neighbor who backed his humongous pickup truck into my parked car.)

The month featured over four weeks without rain. And mostly warm temperatures. It was in the 80s on Halloween, quite normal for Orlando. Great riding weather. The Tank hit 31,000 miles. The Mule hit 77,000. I did a couple of hundred miles on Big Nellie as well.

I did squeeze in three longish rides. One was a one-way, downhill jaunt from Purcellville to home via the Washington and Old Dominion Trail. Another ride was the Great Pumpkin Ride in the Virginia Piedmont outside Warrenton. The last was a 48-mile bikeabout in DC.

The total mileage for the month was low, owing to the days off, but I consider 812 miles a victory.

In September I decided not to do the Natchez Trace ride this month. It was a good thing too. The price for the same van-supported (you don’t carry your gear) tour was cut by about $1,000 for 2025. Also, the direct driving route to Nashville from DC was torn apart by flooding from a hurricane. Then there was the matter of my car being in the body shop for two weeks. I’ll reconsider doing the Trace in the spring.

The Tank hit 31,000 miles only to be topped by The Mule hitting 77,000 a week later.

My year-to-date mileage stands at 8,757 miles, 424 miles ahead of 10,000-mile pace. Barring a crash or other interruption, I should bad another 10,000-mile year by Christmas.

Reading

Intermezzo by Sally Rooney. This is Rooney’s fourth novel. I thought her third book, Beautiful World, Where Are You was awful. This one was much better. The story involves two Irish (of course) brothers who must sort out their interpersonal and romantic relationships after the death of their father. I found it hard to get into Rooney’s writing style at first, perhaps because my reading was interrupted by beaucoup baseball playoff games. Still, a definitely welcome rebound.

Watching

The VP Debate – I did not watch this. I heard some of it on the radio in the car. J D Vance performed way better than my expectations and Walz worse. I doubt it matters unless the debater is utterly incoherent (see Biden, Joe).

The Rick Rubin Interview with Rick Beato. Rick Rubin is a record producer who has worked with a crazy array of musical artists including Run DMC and Aerosmith, a 16-year-old LL Cool Jay, Tom Petty, Slasher, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and an aged Johnny Cash. He started producing when he was an undergraduate at NYU. He founder Def Jam Records and used his dorm address as his business address. It’s fascinating to hear how he went from a music fanatic to learning how to make amazingly good records.

Baseball – The Nationals season ended. May the 2024 Nats memory be a blessing. Watching the playoff teams tells me that the Nats have a long way to go. Maybe they’ll be a playoff team by 2026. Maybe. Meanwhile the playoff games kept me glued to the TV. The Dodgers dominated the Yankees for three games in the World Series. The Yanks came back with a monster game four only to fall utterly apart in the fifth game. Shohei got his ring. Freddie was Freddie and Kike did a decent imitation of Reggie Jackson.

Bicycling Videos -I was hoping to actually meet Mat Ryder when he rode through DC but his videos lag his riding by about a week so I missed him. As it turns out he spent four nights at a home a couple of miles from my house! His series is the best tutorial on cross country solo bike touring that I’ve ever seen. Watching it episode by episode is time consuming but watching the whole series helps convey the enormity of his task. (I imagine he’ll create a single, condensed video of the entire trip at some point.) Congrats to Mat.

I also started watching Sheelagh Daly‘s videos about bike touring and nutrition. For her first bike tour, a solo one at that, she flew to Scotland and rode alone to Croatia. (I suspect that the English Channel was a bit of wet slog.) I can’t even. Sheelagh has loads of videos on the ins and outs of bike touring so she’s a great resource for someone planning a tour.

Autumn DC Bikeabout

It is Fall and an election year so what better time to go biking in and around DC, right? On Monday, I rode up to DC to check out the poop statue. Some sarcastic artists had placed a work of whimsy on the National Mall just west of the Capitol. It depicted Nancy Pelosi’s desk on a pedestal. On the desk was a note pad, a phone, and a pile of poo. The plaque on the statue explained that display commemorated the “patriots” who stormed the Capitol building on January 6, 2021.

The Poop Statue

When I arrived home, I learned that the same artists had erected another statue. This one was in Freedom Plaza on Pennsylvania Avenue between the Capitol and the White House. This statue was of a tiki torch held up by a fist. It’s plaque describe how this torch memorialized the “very good people” who marched through the campus of the University of Virginia in Charlottesville chanting “Jews will not replace us.”

The Tiki Torch Statue

(A few hours ago, I learned of a third statue in Philadelphia. It depicted Donald Trump standing behind an abstract statue of a nude woman to )the ex-president’s remarks about and behavior toward women.)

Before I left, a Georgetown grad student asked me how international politics would affect my vote this year. I said it didn’t. I told her that I voted for someone who understands that climate change is real, that law enforcement officers don’t belong in my daughter’s doctor’s office, that international alliances and commitments are to be honored, that public health officials should be listened to, and so on.

Interview over, I rode the Pennsyvania Avenue cycletrack back to 15th Street through police barricades and onto its cycletrack. There I saw temporary ten-foot-tall fencing running the length of the street and around the corner on Constitution Avenue. Along the curb were dozens of dump trucks and other huge vehicles forming a wall to protect the Ellipse where Kamala Harris was to give a speech in a few hours.

Constitution Avenue at the Ellipse hours before the speech

I rode west on Constitution then up Virginia Avenue on its cycletrack. (DC license plates should say: I’d rather be riding in a cycletrack.) At Rock Creek Parkway I took a right and followed the paved trail several miles up into Rock Creek Park. Can you say “foliage”? There were two things that detracted from the ride. The security arrangements near the White House had caused traffic to back up on the Parkway for two miles. Man were those drivers unhappy. When I reached the point where cars were prohibited from using the roadway I noticed that the water in the creek was very low. It has been four weeks since we had measurable rainfall in DC. All this good weather is wearing my bicycling butt out!

I rode up out of the park on Sherril Drive then across the Tacoma and Brightwood Park to the Metropolitan Branch Trail. The MBT took me straight back to Capitol Hill but not before hearing someone call my name (again!) at at Alethia Tanner Park. It was Kevin from the 50 States/Cider rides posses. We chatted for a half hour before I continued south, riding straight across Capitol Hill to the Wharf area, bypassing the thousands working their way to the Ellipse event.

I crossed back into Virginia and took the Mount Vernon Trail and a connector trail to Fort Hunt Road and US 1. I turned south on Fort Hunt Road, a two-lane suburban byway. After a quarter mile a started passing a line of cars inching along for what turned out to be about four miles. Bumper to bumper. US 1 was closed by downed power lines and traffic was diverted to Fort Hunt. I felt sorry for the drivers as I passed car after car after car after car working their way back to Route 1. Sucks for you, folks. To their credit, the drivers stayed in their lane and out of the bike lane on Sherwood Hall Lane near my home.

Route 1 closed. The line of traffic continued from the “o” in Hollindale all the back to Route 1 near Costco

So many leaves. So many people. So many cars. That’s DC in the Fall during an election year.

Update on the rider who crashed

I mentioned in passing the rider who crashed during Saturday’s Great Pumpkin Ride at Kelly’s Ford. As I rode past I sensed that it was bad and hoped that it wasn’t. Here’s a note from the ride organizer:

“The cyclist involved in Saturday’s incident on Sumerduck Road who was medevaced remains in critical condition and in Intensive Care at a local trauma center here in Virginia. He has suffered numerous severe injuries that will make for a long recovery ahead. He is responsive and communicating with his loved ones.”