Saturday Stats & My Torker Bike

We went cycling along the Emeryville estuary today with my wonderful incredibly generous present from my wife Geraldine. It was any long distance which is fine with me. It's going to take a while to build up my stamina. Oakland has lot of hills. In fact the east-side of Oakland is all hills. I think I got a good handle on the gears, and how the bike handles and now I'm ready to hit the street, hoping that I don't get hit or just fuck up my damn self. This bike is very user friendly. Shifting is a breeze.

I know the streets of east Oakland like the back of hand, but driving or walking is much different than cycling. I know where all the wide streets are, so even if it takes a little longer and the grade is not as horizontal as I would like, it's safer. My reaction time is not what it was not long ago, so I need to take it slow. I hate that word victim.

I grew up on a bike. I had the first 5 and 10 speeds when they came out. I rode my ass off all over Connecticut and New York State. In our neighborhood we had anything you could get on 2, 4 or more wheels. Go carts, soap boxes, roller skates, skate boards, 50 cc, 90 cc Honda dirt bikes, mini bikes. I got a Stingray bike for Christmas when I was 10. It looked so cool, but it was slow. If you were cycling over to Bethel it wasn't worth shit. Popping wheelies and jumping packed dirt mounds, take the Stingray. I had a lot of bikes, a lot of cars and trucks.

My first car was a Sunbeam Alpine. It was the same model and color car Sean Connery used in the first James Bond. I was 15 when I bought it and I didn't even have a license. It was the summer of1968 when I was working at the Wagon Wheel Inn. I paid for it myself, $350.00. It was red with black leather interior, and a convertible of course. Memories.

Physically there are a number of things that need adjusting when riding a bicycle in the 21st century, like my crotch from sitting on that seat. I opted for a custom seat because I didn't want that dildo like banana seat crammed up my ass. I know if I really take to this I'm going to be getting some chaffing down there for sure.

I also opted out for straight handle bars instead of the curly cue standard ones all the power racers use. I'm no power racer. This is better on the back for me. Even with these handlebars, and this small flat 8 mile ride we did, I can feel it between my shoulders. Posture is important when riding.

I can already tell it worked my core area and that's what I need to work on. Actually my whole fucking physique needs reconstruction, or just turning back the clock twenty years would be very cool for many a number of reasons. C'est La Vie.

I'm a woos now, and that's life. The young lion is now just an old pussy cat.

We stopped at that funky joint, the Seabreeze, along the way. I got french fries, and Geri had a beer. We might be old but we're still having fun, and best of all we're still in love with each other.

I did mention food in there twice and threw the love twist at the end. Remember, this is a food blog. Eating is what we do so you can do everything else.

That's it.

Peace,

Make Food/Not War

What I ate today;

Breakfast; 2 poached eggs S & P, potato pancake s & p, 1 piece of brown toast, black tea w/1 tsp agave

Lunch; french fries w/ketchup, 2 sips of beer

Dinner; mixed salad w/honey mustard dressing, 5 pieces of Lanesplitter pizza (no meat), water mellon

Exercise; 2 miles hiking, 8 miles bike riding