Sproing is here
First, a word from our sponsor, American Cyclery, purveyors of fine bicycles since 1941
Bicycle Tent, Sidewalk and Archive sale
April 1st, 2nd 3rd and 4th
Interesting bicycles, frames, parts and accessories from all over the world. For this one weekend only they are on sale. Road, Urban, Track, Fixed Gear Vintage, Classic lightweight, and tomorrow’s classics all on sale. Many vintage bikes and stuff unearthed from our world famous basement. Lots of fun Single speed equipment.
Many Track frames 10-50% off, SOMA frames, Pake and Cinelli framesets at fantastic prices. Lots of great closeouts and one of a kind items. Many great deals on closeouts, demos floor models and last year’s stuff.
Friday April 1st sale item Preview from 5-7pm (no early birds)
Sale Saturday April 2nd from 10-6pm (no early birds)
Sunday April 3rd from 10 to 5pm.
Monday April 4th let’s make a deal! In store Sales only. You must visit our location to buy
American Cyclery 510 Frederick St. San Francisco 94117
Located on the corner of Stanyan @ Frederick next to the Kezar Stadium, right by Golden Gate Bicycler Park.
Phone 415.664.4545 http://www.americancyclery.com
Three weeks of no real riding.
Charlie and I both feel ‘unshapely’, and attempted the world’s easiest ride: out the door, and into the woods.
He was being conservative, but I had to see what the past storms–the kind that turn our street into a chocolate torrent for half a day–had wrought on the Public Lands.
There were lizards darting around (3 of ’em). A cottontail rabbit.
He did a shortie (top of Bofax and back), and I undertook the lengthy, redoubtable Pine Mountain Loop: two and a half hours when I was fit… but those days are behind me.
The trick to riding a longish (20 mile dirt) ride is to go as slowly (read: gently) as possible, so as not to disturb the sleeping muscles.
Walk, if neccessary.
The past attempts at a ride failed because I loped up the hill at my usual pace instead of at Tired Person Tempo. Result: turn around before I even reach the Mildewclub Goof Course.
The day began well enough: 2 a.m. Kevin Vance’s KPFA show “Non-fiction Music” was on, and I trooped down the ladder to get a really good music education, starting with Ladysmith Black Mombazo’s “Watch” song, and ending the hour with my cherished Loudon Wainwright III’s re-mix of Motel Blues.
Then, a serendipitous conversation with Peter Young, my Vermont correspondent, who told me he’d captured the annual ice-breakup of the Great Brook behind his house. And he shared the secret to a happier life: Be kind to yourself, and acknowledge that the human’s deepest need is to be ‘witnessed’ (not in the Christian sense necessarily). To be allowed to simply Be.
Both of us are from the generation where love, attention came with strings attatched. Conditions.
But Pete and his mate Nancy succeeded in raising three boys in a milieu of acceptance. All while they farmed fanatically, hewing to recently re-discovered ‘organic’ (ancient) tenets.
Er, well, reader, a good conversation with an old old friend who completely gets you can make you bust out of your rut.
I got permission to be irrational, and just ride half the day, checking out the pale green paths through the grass (they haven’t been trampled into dirt yet-so fresh!) and all the
Echscholzia (Calif poppy)
oh, god, the sheer green noise of growth and floral grandeur.
Got home and even maintained the bike (with all the mud, and the downed trees, my route was a bit filthy) before plopping down and telling you all about it.
Spring made it.