Spoon Creates a Monster: Hadley to St Clair

September 9, 2012

On the bike trail today, I passed a sweet young thing pedaling a comfort bike in flip flops. I was so proud of myself for going so fast. Spoon was behind me.

Intervals said Spoon last night. "Harpo, your problem is your leg muscles are

used to 12 mph. You gotta teach them to go faster. Do intervals. Run it up to

15 mph for awhile. Then drop back. Repeat, repeat, repeat."

I did. It worked. By ignoring the screaming protest from my legs, I found myself

moving along at 17-18 mph on some smooth flats. Couple of ibuprofens muffled the

protest. This went on all day. It actually begin to feel strangely good. Spoon

said "I've created a monster." My ego is puffed and Spoon is no longer frustrated. Win, Win.

I shall soak in a tub of hot water tonight, hoping that I can walk in the morning.

It was a glorious Fall day in Eastern Michigan. We enjoyed some smooth rural highways, some rough and tedious state highways, and a magnificent paved trail that ended at the town of Richmond and a huge parade. Harold the cigar guy said it was the longest parade in Michigan.

You're not suppose to ride with ear buds stuck to your head. Can't hear traffic sounds. My theory is that's what I've got a rearview mirror for. To look for traffic. Besides, if you're gonna get creamed, hearing the perp ain't gonna stop it. Anyway, I'm really enjoying that mp3 gadget.

I'm also enjoying the gadget I'm typing this on. A 3 year old Dell netbook I

borrowed from my granddaughter Montana. With Windows XP. Friendlier OS than the

newer Windows 7. Pics edited in Picassa. Can't do much about Spoon's.