It was a chilly and windy ride into the city for Yoga. The yoga leader decided to do core work this evening. It hurt soooo good.
Although the ride to the city was chilly, the ride home was very cool. A full moon, clear sky and the wind at my back made the ride home a joy. I tried taking a few shots of church steeples with the full moon and sky as a backdrop but I could not hold still enough to take a night shot. I only got one. One of the others is the old Vocational school built with the design of a manufacturing mill. They certainly had different ideas about education back then.
Every bicyclist wants a comfortable saddle. What is not so obvious is what constitutes a comfortable saddle.
Every spring, bike shops sell scads of saddles to cyclists who come in because their old saddle has become uncomfortable since they stopped cycling in the fall. They went out for a ride or two, and found it much less comfortable than they remembered from the previous year. They’ve heard about the latest buzzword in saddle gimmicks, and they want one of those!
They buy the new saddle, put it on the bike, go for a few more rides, and find they’re much more comfortable. They tell all their friends about their wonderful new saddle, and how they need one too…More on saddles from Sheldon Brown
Most of us are excellent at being self-deprecating, and are not so good at the opposite. Tell us your favorite thing about yourself.
There was so much failed video during today’s ride I almost scraped the whole daily post. However….. Howwww Ever….. I’m pretty good at winging it when things fail and I decided to make lemonade. Hope you like it. You can get an idea of the cold when I walk into the Destination Soup restaurant and the lens fogs up.
The day screamed for a long bike ride and I decided to cross the bridge into the city of New Bedford. I ran into a fellow bike rider and invited him to join our ride on Sunday. When I told him it would be around 30 miles he reneged saying his bike was only good for 20 miles or less. I mentioned that we stopped at a cafe half way through the ride, so it’s actually two 15 mile rides, which is well within his 20 mile limit. He didn’t bite. Continue reading “One Hundred Million Dollars”
We got a pretty good snow storm yesterday. Naturally I had to drive to the airport so the kid could fly back to his 70 degree weather in Austin. Also both studded tires arrived this week and the storm couldn’t have been more opportune.
Putting on the tires was a frustrating task. Both fought back with every stud, but I finally got them installed. All this work took place in between football games. The English Premier League takes up most of my Saturday mornings. It’s not very good football, but it’s fun to watch. I did a fair share of profanities not only from the studded tires, but also the games. My wrist hurts from struggling with that last few inches of the tire install, and my ankle hurts from stomping on the floor when one of the teams I decided to support today, played stupid.
I decided to take the dogs for a walk before the inaugural studded tire ride and when I looked down the street the first thing that came to mind was, “Dam you, DPW. They did a great job prepping the streets before and clearing the streets after the snow. First time ever by the way. Last year it took weeks to get the streets down to pavement. Dam DPW. I’m going to bitch. I have a six mile ride into the city tomorrow for Yoga and am hoping that New Bedford keeps their low standard of clearing the roads in tact.
Located in Downtown New Bedford, Massachusetts, the Zeiterion Theatre is the last “old-time” theatre in a city that once boasted 17. Ground was broken on March 14, 1922 and on April 2, 1923, New Bedford opened its last new theatre in the city’s downtown area- The Zeiterion. Built for the “live performance of vaudeville”, it opened with Troubles of 1922 starring and written by George Jessel. The theatre did not meet with immediate success and by September 1923 it had closed briefly and reopened that month as the State, a silent movie house.
Five world premieres were held at the State. One notable premiere was the 1956 opening of “Moby Dick” complete with Gregory Peck in attendance.
Last night the Zeiterion Performing Arts center had a twin bill of The Record Company a Los Angeles based rock and blues band, and Trombone Shorty, a New Orleans, funk, jazz band.
“We know none of you know who we are, but thanks so much for the reception”.
That was the comment by the lead singer after the band realized they were a hit with the crowd. The Record Company had a limited amount of time as the opening act and they made the best of it.
The main even opened like an atomic bomb. It stayed that way for the next 90 minutes. Trombone Shorty is a high energy, New Orleans based, funk, jazz, crazy like no other, band. During the first couple of songs, someone would stand and dance or clap, and soon sit back down. Shorty noticed this happening and yelled into the crowd. “If you feel it, stand up and FEEL it”. After that, there were a handful of people in their seats and the energy running at 200%, picked up considerably. It was an intense night of rock and roll, funk and jazz which ended with an encore of Trombone Shorty and his band walking the aisles of the theater jamming like a New Orleans funeral procession.
A 6 mile ride to yoga class that is part of the New Bedford Wellness Initiative today. On the way to the Boys and Girls club, while climbing a hill, one of my pedals fell off.
I was walking the final half mile and came across a couple of old timers looking at a 1969 Camaro in a garage. I borrowed an adjustable wrench from one of these friendly strangers and made the repair. The pedals were installed a few short days ago and I was very conscious of putting is on correctly and tight.
YO! GUYS. PAY ATTENTION TO THE TEXT.
The problem was that it’s in two parts. The pedals came with adapters for different sized cranks. The adapter screws into the crank then the pedal screws into the adapter. I have no idea why this fell of because reverse threading on the left pedal insures that this doesn’t happen. (To most people). I’ll figure it out tomorrow.
It doesn’t have to show all the colors of the rainbow to be vibrant. But it should say WOW. This was taken by a friend, Peter Pereira
A reunion of the retired pro and semi pro soccer players . It was at the Portuguese Sports Club in New Bedford, MA. Around 300 men were in attendance including a State Senator, the Portuguese Consulate, the man next in line for the Chief of Police position in the city to name a few. There were some suits in attendance but most of us were casual. Portuguese food is not conducive to white shirts and ties, because lots of food usually ends up on them. Continue reading “Night Ride Video”
A whale going for a swim in the harbor of the former whaling capital of the world? Kind of chancy if you ask me. The juvenile leviathan is a welcome sight in New Bedford, MA’s inner harbor, getting lots of attention from the locals.