Karma Replacement

Riding to and from work is pretty easy, and really isn’t all that far. Still, to be on the safe side I always carry a small toolkit and a spare tube. That came in handy for yesterdays ride. About a 1/3 of the way to work I got a flat and pulled over to change it.

I whipped out the tools and set to changing the tube. While doing this I was passed by at least six cyclists, none of whom asked if I was OK or had everything. Most roadies and mountain bikers I know do this for one another. It is called karma. I have helped people patch tubes, wrench on their bike, and have given up tubes to others in need. Road rides I have done I have ensured other cyclists were taken care of. Here I was though, and nobody said a thing. Weird.

As I was about to put the new tube back in the tire I suddenly had an inkling that I should check the tire for debris. Sure enough I found a 1/3 inch long shard of glass poking though the tire. With that removed I got the tire remounted and inflated with my CO2 filler. It wasn’t a fast replacement, but it was effective.

Last night the wind kicked up before I could ride home so Sox picked me up, and today I rode home instead. No major ride here, but at least I know I can ride 7 km at a brisk pace with no problems. 🙂 Canmore here I come! (maybe)

Disappointed Shoes

Color me disappointed.

My intentions this morning were pretty grand. Today was my morning to sleep in, and after getting up I had some oatmeal, a cup of coffee, then I was going to head out for a ride. I was thinking 1.5 hours.

I got all geared up, grabbed some food, filled the water bottles, then searched for my shoes. I could not find them. Then it dawned on me. I had left my shoes at work.

I was very disappointed. I was really looking forward to the ride. Instead I was able to do some errands that I had been wanting to do for a bit. I was wondering how I would get those things done today too.

No ride today, but there is a plan for me to squeeze one in tomorrow.

Pushed Pace

I had a great ride home from work yesterday. I took the long way home, and rode along beach drive. I pushed myself as much as I could and sure felt it by the time I got home. From the office until the Johnson St bridge I was averaging 29 KM/H which is pretty good for me. By the time I got home, my pace had dropped to 28 KM/H. It took about 45 minutes as well.

I did have one stop along the route so I could take a picture. Other than that I only stopped for lights.

Strangely enough I arrived home at the same time as Sox and Sprout.

Annual Market

Holy crap. I got the Voice Mobility annual report today. I took a look through it out of morbid curiosity.

What a read! in 2006 they burned another $3.3 million USD. That is a lot of dough. To date they have a net operating loss of $46.6 million USD. I still cannot fathom why that company is still operating. I still cannot fathom why any institution or individual would willing invest in them. They are a money pit.

They have an excellent product, but they lack something: a competent sales force.

What company in their right mind would purchase from them now? They have been operating for over 8 years, and haven’t had a single significant sale. If I was in the market to buy, I would steer clear of them.

I still want to see them succeed, but I doubt they will. All that hard work down the drain.

Training Push

I got out for an awesome ride today. I rode with a buddy of mine that is a much stronger rider than me. This pushed me a lot, and I certainly noticed it. I was out of breath way more than when I ride alone. We covered almost the same route as my last training ride, but time-wise it was shorter.

It was a little breezy so a couple sections were a tough slog, but the sun was out so that raised my spirits. Add in a warm temp and it was almost bliss.

I almost overdressed though. I was going to wear a jacket, but as I left the driveway I remembered that I had forgotten some food. As I went back into the house I made a snap decision to swap my jacket for a vest. Good call! I would have been way too warm in the jacket.

Over 20KM in less than an hour. I have a feeling that was a short, slow ride for T, but it was a good push for me.

Gross Motoring

In the last week I have lost two of my Tiger Barbs. For a few days, three of the four of them were acting strange. Those three were swimming slowly or just floating, while the fourth seemed normal and actually seemed a little overactive. It was getting close to the water changing time, so I think the water got a little too gross for them.

I changed the water last night, and the tank looks a whole lot better. All the fish seem to be more active, and the snail was motoring around tonight eating algae off the glass. It was very cool to see the snails mouth extend and munch on the glass.

I guess this means that I get to buy more fish this weekend since the barbs like to school, and when there isn’t enough of a school, then can get nippy.

Quickly Hillier

Thursday I rode to work. This came hot on the heels of a blood donation, and I actually felt pretty good for the ride to and from work, although I noticed my heart rate sure spiked quickly on the hills. I have my HRM set to beep when I crest 170 bpm. A few times on the way to work I reached 170, and on the way home I hit it quite a few since I took a hillier route home (I had to stop at the bike shop to pick up my new leg armour).

Letting Minutes

Wednesday I headed off to the Blood Donor clinic for my latest round of blood letting. For the first time ever (I think) I went after eating dinner, and not before. I hoped this would be a good thing.

When filling out the questions I noticed a new one about contact with monkeys. I remembered to ask about that question, and it turns out that there is some ailment you can get from handling monkeys or their waste. That was the first of many changes since I was there last. All of the changes were good too.

The donation itself went quickly (around 5 minutes), and then it was off to cookies and juice after making sure I had stopped bleeding. I was in and out in about 45 minutes.