Humidity Part 1

For the past 5 years I have been living an ignorant reality where humidity does not exist. Honestly, I really liked this reality. See, I happen to be a bit of a sweat-er, but in zero humidity, I dry fast, thereby allowing me to be around other human beings after biking.

Pittsburgh has crushed this reality. The stagnant air here leaves me feeling moist while standing still, and visibly disgusting while moving. I fear the summer, when I may actually look like I went swimming upon arriving anywhere. I can deal with most sweat-stains, except I have a feeling my bum on a leather saddle will yield some awkward butt patterns. Gross. Really Gross. Sorry to everyone in advance. I am just going to call it butt art. Sounds a little nicer.

ANYWAY, a friend told me it takes a few weeks to properly acclimate to the humidity, so I am leaving this an open-ended post. Part 2 coming soon.....


-The Velodict

Bike Light

So I finally got a new back light. This is good for everyone whose name is Gepetto, because now there will be no widdle-ing away at my nose on a nightly basis. Strange analysis you say? Allow me to explain!

I have been without back light for, lets just say too much time. Don't get me wrong, I am a big supporter of full on night gear, but Bloomfield/Garfield has a reputation for disappearing bike lights. (My one friend has a theory that people steal them to then SELL the batteries. I don't know if I buy this but ANYWAY...) I was stopped at night on the road by a concerned citizen, on average, once a week. The CC always gave me a nice little lecture on rear lights and visibility, to which I always responded, "My light was stolen the other night. I haven't gotten a new one yet" This was true... for a week or so. But after a month, my nose grew a little longer with every white lie. I knew all was bad when I heard my roommate give the exact same excuse while we were grocery shopping one night.

The only downside to being properly fitter for night-time biking is this: I officially am the caboose for all night ventures, as my roommate is still playing Pinocchio.

-The Velodict

I Tip My Helmet to You, Pittsburgh

Spent the past weekend in good ol' Philly, which will always feel a bit like home to me. I must say I was thoroughly impressed by the widespread bike culture there! Everyone, their grandma, and their grandma's Bichon Frise seems to cycle there. Seriously, for every sign post, there is locked up bike. I was suffering through some serious bike envy all weekend.

That being said, I have to give a wag of my finger to you Philly. Your bare heads and lack of helmets seriously disturbed me! How can so many hottie-puh-totties bike around without cranium love?

I was sharply reminded of why I love Pittsburgh: everyone here protects their goods and sports the helmet!

So I tip my helmet to you, Pittsburgh! Way to protect your sexiest assets!