Monday, July 21, 2008

Radio Silence for the long geekend

Sorry, me (and my ego, apparently) were busy over the geekend... err I mean weekend. LOL!

Let's see... there was some lock picking with my friends Friday Night...


Saw the shortest train ever (any shorter and it couldn't be called a train) on my way to KC PHP User's Group. ThatGuy from DDRKC.com showed up on bike, too, despite a heat index approaching 100 Degrees.


The geekend wore on, with some fun laptop repair on Sunday.


This morning, I had to spend about 4 hours in the outpatient surgery department of a local hospital. Needless to say, I didn't go to work today. Hence the lack of commuting love and relative radio silence for a Monday.

I did, however, make it to the Monday night ride. On 87th street, some a-hole in a BMW 5-Series honked at me to get out of the way. I know it was a cager honk and not a friendly one because he kept doing it, despite the fact that I was moving at the same speed of traffic (at the time, about 20 MPH, stop and go through 87th street's stygian interchange of doom. Hell-bent on keeping up with traffic just to spite the hurried BMW pilot, I made a point to sprint when traffic opened up. 37 MPH on flat land. I'd pay for it about a minute later when my EIA flared up. Or maybe I'm just out of shape. Couldn't be...


Holy crap. This road HAS to be pronounced "Foul Mouth"


Even with the setting sun, the heat index floated near 100°F at 6:30 when we left. It was up as high as 105°F a few hours prior. We took a break.


I caught this shot of someone filling a bottle. It looks like it would have to be my arm in there, but it wasn't.


Approaching the end of our ride we ran across two recumbent riders, one of whom had taken his tadpole and turned it into a velomobile with the help of some old coroplast politician yard signs.


Caught a glimpse of a great sunset on my way back home. Storms are moving in. We'll see what tomorrow's commute looks like.

11 comments:

Sirrus Rider said...

Don't you just love the incompetency of some drivers in expensive German cars? For some reason they forget how to pass road hazards (let's face it bicycles are road hazards no different than a pothole, barricade, broken glass, etc.) and they rely on the horn instead. They can have two entire lanes to pass the cyclist with, but they still insist on utilizing most of the cyclist's lane.

If you do not comply with their wishes they proceed to pass you with no more than 12 inches between their quite rigid passenger side mirror and your handlebars while leaning on the horn and showing you exactly how many flowers they wish to leave on your grave. I'm still dreaming of the helmet cam with enough resolution to photograph license plates so that I can turn such raging ass holes in to the police for assault.

MJ @ Dyslexic Research said...

Just wanted to say love your blog (mentioned it in mine today) and that it was appropriate that you have gotten a little press recently, you are a good representative for KC commuting. Regardless, I think reading your blog tipped me back into riding into work. I will begin riding a similar route as you when I get back from vacation in three weeks, so I may try to get in touch to hear a little bit of insight to the route. Happy riding.

MRMacrum said...

We have a town here in Maine that some pronounce that way. But they don't live there. It is pronounced fowl-muth. But sice I live in Acton, it's Foul Mouth.

Jason said...

This happens all the time. Santa Fe and 80th street. That roundabout going 15 mph, which is the speed limit in the roundabout and cars want to pass me while I'm in it! Honking if I don't stop and let them go 1st. What is the deal?!!?!? Just amazing!!

Tom said...

Let them pass...and then pass them if they go too slow.

azlDmqw_i4fjeY_aDLZMMx0HvVT.ZeHesefsry0- said...

Noah,
Weston here again. Not at all surprised you're too much of a coward to publish my comment from last week. And, true to form, you continue to cultivate your hatred for all things not you by now talking trash about someone honking at you. How dare they honk at the self-appointed spokesperson for all cyclists in KC! The gall. Don't they know (self) important you are?

Noah said...

Weston, I do believe I not only did publish your ANONYMOUS comment from last week as soon as I saw it in queue, but I replied to it as well.

I see no difference between my bewailing an inconsiderate motorist and you trash-talking me. Again, no real hatred, merely annoyance. As for hubris, you've displayed plenty in your two inflammatory comments. You're hardly qualified to be pointing fingers.

Sirrus Rider said...

Hey Weston!

If you don't like what Noah has to say then stop reading his blog and go elsewhere. It's that simple. The rest of us like reading what Noah as to say. It resonates and strikes a chord with things that we have experienced or are experiencing. It's not for everyone and just maybe it's just not for you.

Noah said...

Actually, I kinda like Weston. It's been a while since I've had a good dose of Troll Drama here. Plus, when people lie about stuff, it's pretty easy to dismiss them. Weston is harmless. Maybe he'd like to meet me at Daily Dose for some grammar lessons over a beer, if he's local.

Apertome said...

Ahh, nothing like a weekend of geeking. Sounds nice. Sorry to hear about spending more time in hospitals ... I hope everything is, or will be, OK.

MRMacrum said...

Hey Noah, You want should some of us get together and go teaching Weston some grammur? We's could dangle him off some party Ciples and make him know the pain of i before e.

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