lonefrontranger
10-26-2006, 10:24 PM
this is a shortish set of pics since the morning conditions precluded destroying the camera (too wet) and the evening conditions weren't optimal (too dark).
yipeeee! this morning when I woke up, we had about 4-6" of freshies in my locale. Have I mentioned I've not driven my car to work since sometime in March?
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360422/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/280360422_ef6c6cc203.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="latebus" /></a>
Didn't see any reason to start now.
So, I grabbed the Schwinn (mutt MTB), the ski bibs and parka (I have endless amounts of high-tech cycling gear but when it's 34 degrees and snowing anvils and doorknobs, guess what? waterproof trumps stylish), snapped on the fenders and grabbed some extra lighting.
Now, before you Seattle wanks all chime in, I'm totally aware that those plastic toys I've got clipped to the bike in that third picture do not, in any way, resemble <b>real</b> fenders. With three hundred sunny days a year in CO, wet conditions are more of an inconvenience than an actual hazard tho, so just keep yer hats on.
Now, despite that I loves me some snow like nobody's business, this was no Colorado champagne pow-pow. More like mashed potatoes with a crappy attitude, and despite copious evidence to the contrary, I'm not entirely insane.
I <b>had</b> planned on doing a combo commute, using the J bus for the main leg. Unfortunately the regionals in this town get kinda cluttered up when it snows. Must be all the Ohio transplant drivers <small>ahem...</small> So, after I stood there for about ten or fifteen minutes past the normal pickup schedule, I started to worry I'd break out in spontaneous glaciers, or worse yet, be late for work, so I said 'eh, wtf', decided to suck it up and rode the whole thing. Since at that point riding was gonna be warmer than a theoretical bus anyways.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360420/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/106/280360420_252dd9b2a1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="slushbombing" /></a>
that pic pretty much says it all - its the sort of day when the plows throw twenty-foot slush tsunami. Ideal conditions for primo slush bombing.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360428/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/102/280360428_eac9d931f9.jpg" width="500" height="379" alt="mutt" /></a>
the mutt, on the MUT, shot when conditions were decidedly nicer on the way home. This bike cost me all of eighty dollars, mainly cos the wheelset had to be purchased outright. The rest was a combination of mad networking skilz, petty larceny and fervent prayers to the Oh, Schnap! god of Dumpster Diving. <small>the ghetto gangsta brotha to the Oh, God... of Hangovers.</small>
See, here's the thing about the weather in Boulder. it can suck at the drop of a hat (i.e there was little warning of this morning's shenanigans), however it usually de-sucks just as fast. Meaning: it was sixty, sixty-five and sunny yesterday afternoon, snowed anvils and doorknobs all morning, rained hammers and pitchforks until about 14.00, at which point Ma Nature decided to go torture the Midwesterners instead, the sun came out, and it warmed up to about sixty again.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360424/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/84/280360424_245b194b4b.jpg" width="500" height="311" alt="mut" /></a>
the other nice thing about Boulder? the MUTs are in better condition than the roads on days like these. the Parks & Open Space dudes are all over this stuff from about 4AM on, with those nifty little Bobcat plows of theirs.
kindly note that by 18.00 there's not a cloud in the sky... thank buddha the ski parka has pit zips tho cos the temps were still in the mid-fifties. I think more cycling gear should come with pit zips, personally.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360427/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/99/280360427_8bc4d9cbe6.jpg" width="500" height="346" alt="blurryflatirons" /></a>
a blurry pic of the Flatirons, because what would a Boulder commute post be without them? (shot over my shoulder, at speed for that hipster-esque <i>je nais se quois</i>).
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360426/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/280360426_61b290ae11.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="commuterpanda" /></a>
and last but not least, a blurry, helmetless selfportrait of me in my Jay n Silent Bob <sup>(tm)</sup> tocque, simply to annoy all the selfrighteous wankers on the board.
Snootchie Bootchies!!
yipeeee! this morning when I woke up, we had about 4-6" of freshies in my locale. Have I mentioned I've not driven my car to work since sometime in March?
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360422/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/280360422_ef6c6cc203.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="latebus" /></a>
Didn't see any reason to start now.
So, I grabbed the Schwinn (mutt MTB), the ski bibs and parka (I have endless amounts of high-tech cycling gear but when it's 34 degrees and snowing anvils and doorknobs, guess what? waterproof trumps stylish), snapped on the fenders and grabbed some extra lighting.
Now, before you Seattle wanks all chime in, I'm totally aware that those plastic toys I've got clipped to the bike in that third picture do not, in any way, resemble <b>real</b> fenders. With three hundred sunny days a year in CO, wet conditions are more of an inconvenience than an actual hazard tho, so just keep yer hats on.
Now, despite that I loves me some snow like nobody's business, this was no Colorado champagne pow-pow. More like mashed potatoes with a crappy attitude, and despite copious evidence to the contrary, I'm not entirely insane.
I <b>had</b> planned on doing a combo commute, using the J bus for the main leg. Unfortunately the regionals in this town get kinda cluttered up when it snows. Must be all the Ohio transplant drivers <small>ahem...</small> So, after I stood there for about ten or fifteen minutes past the normal pickup schedule, I started to worry I'd break out in spontaneous glaciers, or worse yet, be late for work, so I said 'eh, wtf', decided to suck it up and rode the whole thing. Since at that point riding was gonna be warmer than a theoretical bus anyways.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360420/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/106/280360420_252dd9b2a1.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="slushbombing" /></a>
that pic pretty much says it all - its the sort of day when the plows throw twenty-foot slush tsunami. Ideal conditions for primo slush bombing.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360428/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/102/280360428_eac9d931f9.jpg" width="500" height="379" alt="mutt" /></a>
the mutt, on the MUT, shot when conditions were decidedly nicer on the way home. This bike cost me all of eighty dollars, mainly cos the wheelset had to be purchased outright. The rest was a combination of mad networking skilz, petty larceny and fervent prayers to the Oh, Schnap! god of Dumpster Diving. <small>the ghetto gangsta brotha to the Oh, God... of Hangovers.</small>
See, here's the thing about the weather in Boulder. it can suck at the drop of a hat (i.e there was little warning of this morning's shenanigans), however it usually de-sucks just as fast. Meaning: it was sixty, sixty-five and sunny yesterday afternoon, snowed anvils and doorknobs all morning, rained hammers and pitchforks until about 14.00, at which point Ma Nature decided to go torture the Midwesterners instead, the sun came out, and it warmed up to about sixty again.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360424/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/84/280360424_245b194b4b.jpg" width="500" height="311" alt="mut" /></a>
the other nice thing about Boulder? the MUTs are in better condition than the roads on days like these. the Parks & Open Space dudes are all over this stuff from about 4AM on, with those nifty little Bobcat plows of theirs.
kindly note that by 18.00 there's not a cloud in the sky... thank buddha the ski parka has pit zips tho cos the temps were still in the mid-fifties. I think more cycling gear should come with pit zips, personally.
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360427/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/99/280360427_8bc4d9cbe6.jpg" width="500" height="346" alt="blurryflatirons" /></a>
a blurry pic of the Flatirons, because what would a Boulder commute post be without them? (shot over my shoulder, at speed for that hipster-esque <i>je nais se quois</i>).
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lonefrontranger/280360426/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/91/280360426_61b290ae11.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="commuterpanda" /></a>
and last but not least, a blurry, helmetless selfportrait of me in my Jay n Silent Bob <sup>(tm)</sup> tocque, simply to annoy all the selfrighteous wankers on the board.
Snootchie Bootchies!!