Puttering around
Oct. 7th, 2007 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreamshark... with iTunes, mostly, ripping in CDs I hadn't gotten around to and finding album art for them.
I crossed one thing off my list: took my new bike back to The Alt for its first free tuneup. I was supposed to bring it in for a tuneup after "riding 10 or 20 hours" (100-250 miles), but I didn't want to give my bike up even temporarily until the forced end of my bike commuting. My company is moving to Shakopee next week, so I guess my ride on Thursday was my last *sob*. I had managed to log 450 miles on the new bike in 2 months, so it was time. One advantage of shopping close to home - I biked over there and then walked home. Then I took old Esmeralda out for a spin. It started to sprinkle about the time I got to Lake Harriet, but this not only didn't stop me, it encouraged me, and I went around Lake Calhoun too. It was so warm and muggy that the rain on my bare arms felt wonderful. It started to rain in earnest about the time I reached the refectory, so I scooted under the roof and ordered a little something warm to eat. Harder than it sounds, as they were in the process of shutting down the kitchen for the year and didn't have much of anything left back there but shredded cheddar and white flour tortillas. It was a pretty poor excuse for a quesadilla, but tasted good anyway. The rain stopped and I rode home. Clouds looked neat over the lake.
I crossed one thing off my list: took my new bike back to The Alt for its first free tuneup. I was supposed to bring it in for a tuneup after "riding 10 or 20 hours" (100-250 miles), but I didn't want to give my bike up even temporarily until the forced end of my bike commuting. My company is moving to Shakopee next week, so I guess my ride on Thursday was my last *sob*. I had managed to log 450 miles on the new bike in 2 months, so it was time. One advantage of shopping close to home - I biked over there and then walked home. Then I took old Esmeralda out for a spin. It started to sprinkle about the time I got to Lake Harriet, but this not only didn't stop me, it encouraged me, and I went around Lake Calhoun too. It was so warm and muggy that the rain on my bare arms felt wonderful. It started to rain in earnest about the time I reached the refectory, so I scooted under the roof and ordered a little something warm to eat. Harder than it sounds, as they were in the process of shutting down the kitchen for the year and didn't have much of anything left back there but shredded cheddar and white flour tortillas. It was a pretty poor excuse for a quesadilla, but tasted good anyway. The rain stopped and I rode home. Clouds looked neat over the lake.
