And now, it’s Lunicycle Questions and Answers, where we here at the blog answer questions sent in by our loyal reader.
Q: Don’t you mean readers?
A: No. Next question please.
Q: So you completed your 15 miles ride today. What was the hardest thing about it? The wind? The hills?
A: The chili.
Q: Excuse me?
A: The hardest thing about the ride was the chili I had for lunch today. You'd think I would know better after that experience several years ago on a club ride, but, no.
Q: Do you want to tell us about that experience?
A: No. Move on.
Q: We hear you had a dog encounter on this ride. Care to tell us about that?
A: Oh, yes. About two and a half miles of road, a couple of little hills on it and a screaming wind that just couldn’t quite make up its mind. It’s a crosswind. No, it’s a headwind. No, it’s a little of both. I don’t know what you call it…
A: Really? That's your idea of a joke? Anyway, as I’m pulling into this wind and going up a long shallow hill, I hear a dog barking at me. It sounds like a little dog, and it’s some distance away, so I ignore it. Then I realize it’s getting closer. I glance over and I see this long little ball of brown fur running across the yard shouting insults at me and apparently expressing a desire to see the color of my insides, and I smile because I know that little dog isn’t going to catch me, even if I am going uphill into a headwind. The dog hits the road behind me and just opens up a run I could not believe. That little guy looked like his legs were only about three inches long, but he could sprint at over 17 mph. I thought for a second that he actually was going to catch me, but I distance him in the end. Never underestimate the little fellow.
Q: Are you talking about you or the dog?
A: Oh, ha-ha.
Q: So, iPod or no iPod?
A: Oh, a controversial question. No iPod.
Q: What do you have against music?
A: Nothing. I love music. What do you have against riding?
Q: I love riding.
A: So why would you want to distract yourself from the ride with music?
Q: Um…I’m asking the questions here.
A: Oh, sorry. Carry on.
Q: So, having gotten your lazy backside off of the couch and back onto two wheels, and, let me tell you, it took you long enough. I mean, if I were you…
A: You are me.
Q: Well, yes, I know that. When I say “if I were you” I don’t mean that I’m not you, I’m just saying figuratively that, even though I am you, if I were you…I would…um…
A: Confused yourself, didn’t you?
Q: Yeah. Sorry.
A: Aren’t you supposed to be asking questions?
Q: Well, yes, that was sort of the point.
A: Well, why don’t you ask one, then?
Q: Well...um...can you think of another question?
A: Oh, say goodnight, Gracie.