Gearing up!

  
While I just got my modest wheels back from the shop, somebody around here is getting ready for some action!
Indeed, we've started to get temperature in the 10 degrees, enough for the rats to come out of their holes. Now of course, spring is not here yet, let alone summer but hey! If the temperature is right... Off we go!!

- Cycling tops

- Cycling bib

 

- The diaper inside the bib (a.k.a. le chamois)

It REALLY looks like some female menstrual protection... And the fact that no underwear goes inside said bib REALLY reinforces the comparison. Ewww... Anyways!

- Big-ass derrière

- More gear: odometer and cardiac monitor.

- The man inside the bib. Meaty boy isn't he?

 

- Actually the big ass, diaper effect is not so bad...

- The man, fully dressed.

We are supposed to get around 17 degrees later this week. I'll try to document the first outing of the man.
Tomorrow is brunch time, the first since the winter settled. Let's see what pictures I can bring back.

The sum of all my fears

       
A few weeks ago, I posted the weirdest of all posts, the very first of the year, called "Disturbance".
Disturbance, indeed, was I sensing in the Force as some of the people closest to me had started behaving in odd and shady fashion...

Something was cooking...

Soon enough, things came to a head. I corned him. He flaked, then admitted. He confessed. He had been recruited. He had be seduced by the dark side of the Force, dammit. He had joined the evil ranks of the damned ones. Those whose name must not be spoken.

Friends and colleagues of his have worked their evil way into his soul, irrevocably corrupting it per saecula saeculorum. Possessed by the devil himself, he went out and, in a reckless fit of depraved decadence, ruined our finances forever acquiring this:

Yes, my friends, my husband has been transmuted into a freaking roadie, can anyone believe this shit?

The filthy instrument of  evil already received royal treatment, with a custom-made special resting area and that's only the beginning. Soon enough, the creature will get sent to spas while I'll get summoned to vacate the conjugal bed so it can replace me!!!!

But don't worry my friends, I shall find a way to defend myself and rescue my prince in distress from the spell cast by the devilish creature.

Avada Kedavra!

Hum... Does not seem very effective.

Meanwhile, Dear Hubby, poor innocent soul, started "preparing" himself for bike season, which should hopefully start in less that two months. In particular, the man decided to start strong on the diet front, an sample of which you can see below.

 Yes my friends, canard confit and potatoes sauteed in duck fat. Talk about building some muscle!
Satisfied with himself, he topped the whole thing with a high energy, electrolyte replenishing, endurance developing drink. Pathetic...

Cheers!

Christmas in July

Cycling is booming Québec, I think I have been waxed about this one ad nauseam. 

What I found out recently though is that not only is urban cycling on a total roll, but sport cycling is literally exploding as well. Roading is the biggie. I have been hearing this from hubby's colleagues and all the folks I know in professional fields: golfing is ringard and for has-beens, cycling is in. Professional firms finally caught on with the idea that golf really sucks some boring dick that only older partners enjoy licking.
(Yuck, I know... I should stop being so gross... But, hey, the point of this blog is also for me to vent alright! I did have to suck these things up in my previous life...)

Younger folks are much more attracted to cycling, which, as a bonus, allows them to beat some serious partner's ass for once...

Anyways, hubby had been toying with the idea of getting himself a road bike after several of his colleagues have started investing in major ass jewels. Yet, how does one know whether they will enjoy a new activity unless they try it at some point? One cannot simply walk into a shop and drop big $$$ on a untried toy. Dilemma... Asked above-mentioned colleagues for a trial... Nice but not enough to get a trust worthy impression.

And then... Boom! Santa Klaus drops one in the chimney!

Can you believe this shit? Is this serendipity or what?

Ok, not so much Santa than a cousin moving in a new place and dumping an old wheelset left there by the previous tenant. A Raleigh Record, the most basic of all entry-level road bikes.

All red and proud.

I wish I knew which year it was made in.

"Vintage", as in old school, nobody-rides-these-things-anymore (not true). But hey, it's a free bike!

Always funny to see road bikes with kickstand. The previous owner was probably using it as a commuting tool.

It was made in Canada. Weights a ton, "high tensile steel tubing".

Some rust...

yet, it is in an almost perfect state. A tune-up, some new tape and there we go. Hubby will be able to play with it and figure it all out thoroughly.

As I commented recently on Lovely Bicycle!, people do not tap family enough. There are literally a gazillion bicycles laying idle in folks' basements, attics etc. All we need to do is reach out.

Ask and you shall receive!