Had dinner with Web-boy tonight. He’s moving back to Long Island. Already has an apartment and roommate in Hicksville. He’s “home” in Rochester for just a couple of weeks to pack everything up and move.
There’s bound to be a silver lining here somewhere. Guess I’ll start looking for it.
where I’ve done business
Someday we’ll all look back on this, and plow right into a parked car.
Just as man evolved from four feet to two, some have evolved from four wheels to two.
Tourers and commuters are a lot alike. Both breeds usually choose a sturdy, yet no-nonsense bike, and both usually have to carry more than your usual OCP roadie. We take tips, tricks, and underground secret information from almost every other type of cyclist, chew it up, and spit out a form of cycling science that manifests itself as a fusion of both basic transportation and recreational riding all at once.—ax0n
You shouldn’t anthropomorphize bikes. They don’t like it when you do that—JustBrowsing
Somewhere on gayforums.net there’s a thread that goes “I just shaved my legs and got some tight lycra shorts. Do you think it would make look like a cyclist or not?”—From yet another “Does wearing lycra make me look gay?” thread on bikeforums.net
I don’t hate cars per se, but the lifestyle they encourage is as lethal and self-destructive as any drug.—Cosmoline
I guess for me it boiled down to a realization that a bike was the right tool for the job. Using a 3,000 pound vehicle move me and my briefcase 2.5 miles to work everyday was like using a steamroller to press my shirts—they'd be wrinkle free, but an iron would be a better choice.—chocula
Starve a terrorist—ride a bike to work. It’s not just good for the environment, it’s good for civilization.—NotAsFat
When all the gasoline runs out, the Priuses are going to be dead on the side of the road right beside the Hummers.
Who is more patriotic, the person who commutes to work on a bike, or the guy who slaps a US flag decal on his SUV that gets 12 miles per gallon?—Jim Caple (ESPN)
I’m on the odd side of now but the right side of history.—Woodog
What’s the point of a bike if you can only ride it on weekends and you can’t even carry anything with you?—madfiNch
I don’t ride to save the environment, auto fuel, money or even to get exercise. I ride because I enjoy it and as a consequence, I get the benefit of the other things.—Charles Vail
What I need is a tandem, a squash racquet and a daring & ruthless accomplice. Is anyone in?—Chris L
My two favorite things in life are libraries and bicycles. They both move people forward without wasting anything. The perfect day: riding a bike to the library.—Peter Golkin
March 10th, 2005 at 11:09 pm EST
But how was dinner?
March 11th, 2005 at 10:46 pm EST
Ha! Dinner was great. Venuto’s is a very NYC-style storefront restaurant in the fashionable East End. Maybe ten tables and a pizza bar across from the wood-fired pizza oven. We started with a delightful vegatarian roasted tomato and roasted pepper soup followed by Pasta Risatoni(?) which was a marinara sauce with peppers, Italian sausage and a cheese I’m unfamiliar with served over fettucini. $36 including tip. Followed up with coffees and cookies over at The Spot. In all, a four-and-a-half hour evening that has left me reeling just a bit. In case your were wondering, the Mercedes—a vintage ‘87 300E, BTW—looks great just back from the collision shop. What wasn’t repainted has been rubbed-out and he had it detailed. Unless you know your Mercedes, (and you don’t look at the 213,000 miles on the odometer) you’d swear it was new. Still, nary a rattle, squeak or annoying vibration or hum. It’s like sitting inside a bank vault. A bank vault that takes Rochester’s moon-cratered roads with surprising aplomb.
February 1st, 2008 at 9:41 am EST
Nice spelling.