R24

On the way to the start, I could barely see.Thick damp fog clouded the Princeton Junction area, the starting place for the 200k permanent. Air suspended water vapor shrouded the street signs and veiled oncoming headlights. Despite my early departure, I arrived 12 minutes late. Those 12 minutes would matter only to me since this was to be a solo ride.

Friday writings for Randos - To be of use

{Friday Writings for Randos - A weekly post that features pieces from other writers that touch some facet of the Randonneuring experience, even if that was not the author's intent. It's stuff that's best read out loud - slowly.} This week it's . . .

 To be of use

by Marge Piercy

Friday writings for Randos - Quality

{Friday Writings for Randos - A weekly post that features pieces from other writers that touch some facet of the Randonneuring experience, even if that was not the author's intent. It's stuff that's best read out loud - slowly.} This week it's . . .

An excerpt from:

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance -

An inquiry into values

by Robert M. Pirsig

Friday Writings for Randos: Night Run

{Friday Writings for Randos - A weekly post that features pieces from other writers that touch some facet of the Randonneuring experience, even if that was not the author's intent. It's stuff that's best read out loud - slowly.} This week it's . . .

An excerpt from:

Once a Runner 

by John L. Parker, Jr.

Cassidy raced along to a night rhythm, pocketa pocketa, a steady tattoo of pleasant solitary effort that starred him under many streetlights, rendered him anonymous in dark neighborhoods, sent him smoothly up and down the gentle hills of Kernsville while dogs howled and Mom and Pop passed the mashed potatoes.

Customer Service - an unsolicited review

A while back, I ordered a Velo Orange Grand Cru long setback seat post to go with my Brooks saddle. This month the part of the seatpost that holds the seat rails to the post broke.

Once I got home, I emailed Velo Orange and sent them a couple of pictures of the problem - mostly to let them know it happened. I didn’t have my original invoice and I knew that at least a year had gone by since the purchase, so I didn’t bother to even ask about a warranty replacement.

Friday Writings for Randos - Waiting

{Friday Writings for Randos - A weekly post that features pieces from other writers that touch some facet of the Randonneuring experience, even if that was not the author's intent. It's stuff that's best read out loud - slowly.} This week it's:





Waiting

by Raymond Carver

Randonnuering as destination travel - The 134K prequel

A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for

William Shedd

Wednesday, February 15, 2012.  I finally got around to printing the cue sheets for the upcoming rides. The 83 mile Cody's Corner Permanent on Friday. The 190 mile Central Florida Randonneurs "300k" brevet on Saturday. Holy crap. A tingle of energy zipped through me.   My hands got a little cold. 273 miles in two days. That's a lot of riding. The 200K I rode on New Year's day seemed a long way back and the sprinkle of short rides since then seemed woefully inadequate as a prep. After finishing the day at work, I rode the Brompton home, using the easy hour spin on its 16 inch wheels to calm the energy of my anticipation.