What we usually do is take a good, longish bike ride, and stop there near the end of the ride. Before the had a dining room they had a couple of outside tables, and we'd park the bikes, go in and order, and then eat outside. Spring through fall, it was nice. Then the dining room opened so even on hot or cold days, we could still use it as an end-of-ride treat.Now we order takeout and sit in front of the TV. Not nearly the same.
I miss going out. I mean, I'll totally survive, but it's the one thing I miss.
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We did go see the kids this week. And by see them, I mean we put some stuff on their front porch, backed the hell up, and talked to them with a respectable amount of distance between us. While I'm okay with self isolation, I didn't realize how badly I needed to see them.
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We also took a couple of bikes over so they would have something else to do. Now I'm down to three; the road bike, the little blue Townie, and the screaming neon pink beast. And I'm not sure I'm counting the pink beast anymore, because I've kind of outgrown it. It sits in the garage, waiting for DKM to be ready to start riding. It'll live there for a while then, so she can play with it and decide if she even likes riding. Not everyone does, and she might as well use my bike so she doesn't waste money buying one and then realizing she hates it.
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All y'all who are social animals much be going about 6 degrees of bat crap crazy by now. And now you know how the rest of us feel when you drag us to things with lots of people. ;)
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I really thought that will all this time being stuck inside, I would clean the house. Turns out, I don't really have more time than I did before. Who knew that when you work from home, you wind up still working from home when you have to, you know, work from home?
Also, I hate housework. When this is over, I am totally hiring someone to come in here a couple times a month and do all the crap I never bother with. Unless it's spendy. In which case, no one is ever allowed inside again, because this place is kinda gross.
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Yesterday I discovered the joy of bike sprints. Last night I decided to get on the indoor bike (which is now the little blue Townie because the gray bike now belongs to the Boy) and see if I could approximate a sprint on it. Turns out, if you try to go fast on a trainer, after a minute or so you smell burning rubber. I know I wasn't going that fast, so I probably need to dial the tension back a bit. Or not. Worst thing that will happen is I'll need a new tire soon.
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Oh. I am down to three bikes. That means I need a new one, right??? Fine, I'll wait, but I totally know what the next one is going to be and I'm totally getting it for my birthday. Or I'm 99% sure. There's one other that caught my eye. That's the joy of looking at bike porn online. It's all attainable. I can want as much as I want, even if I know I'm never getting any of it. Half the fun is drooling over the pretty toys.
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I should be working, but now that my brain has gone there, I'm gonna go watch bike videos. BECAUSE THEY'RE EDUCATIONAL, DAMMIT.
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It's gonna be one of these. Domane SL5 or the Orbea Avante M20. If I choose by color, the purple wins hands down. But the Orbea has better components. So we'll see. Hopefully I can find a place to test ride the Orbea this summer.
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