Dan on Bike

Total for this month: 173.6 miles

This morning was a cool one, so I decided to take a little longer route into work. I don’t have that many choices, since the river and the airport limit my approach. I started with a reverse of the return portion of the South Work Route. It was nice not feeling hot and sweaty when I arrived.

For the return trip, I followed the new North Route Extension. The best part was flying past all of the cars on Salisbury backed up for the light at Sagamore Parkway. I left around 5:20, and it was close to 6:30 before I arrived at home.

Miles Ridden: 16.9

All over campus, preparations are under way for the Notre Dame game this weekend. My rare after work ride took me by the band practice field, where the All American Marching Band was prepping for Saturday’s show.

Soon after, I came upon Ross-Ade Stadium, where crews were installing lights, food trucks were delivering concessions, and the groundskeepers were doing their thing. On the east side of the stadium, a marble crew was putting the finishing touches on the base for the new Boilermaker Statue.

Apparently, some anonymous donor commissioned an 18 foot tall bronze casting of an early 20th century iron worker. Now, the university is trying to figure out how to pay for the base and landscaping required to exhibit it.

As I headed towards the south part of campus, I noticed several tents being erected for weekend festivities. It’s going to be a big day!

My route was basically a reverse River Road/Campus Route – with a little meandering around campus.

Miles Ridden: 10.4

It’s getting dark in the mornings. The neighbor and I headed out for the usual 6:00am ride, and headlights and blinky tail lights were in order. It’s not too bad on the open country roads. Cars can see us. We can see them. Everyone’s happy.

Unfortunately, it is a little difficult to see the smaller obstacles in the road. I narrowly missed rolling into a rather large dog pile in the bike lane (no photos). That would have splattered all over me and probably the neighbor behind me as well.

We basically took the Granville Bridge Route, but instead of riding onto the bridge, we rolled up to the entrance for Martel Forest. Coming back, we took River Road by the Gourd House.

It was our first ride on the recently finished bike lanes on Division and River Roads. Out in the country, it is very nice having a separate lane on a busy commuter road like that. There is a lot of traffic between 6:30 and 7:00 heading east – presumably to jobs on campus or in Lafayette. Thanks to the Tippecanoe County Highway Department and their contractors for a job well done.

Because of the darkness, I haven’t been taking my camera along on rides. However, I saw a couple of neat sunrise shots on the way back that could have competed well in the Weather Picture of the Week contest. I’ll bring it next time.

Miles Ridden: 11.5

When the fall semester started this year, a curious thing happened. The bike rack at my building filled up. Now, this building is not a classroom building, nor is it a student residence hall, so one wouldn’t expect a bunch of student bikes there. Plus, I’m the only one that rides to work (occasionally). Last year, mine was often the only bike in the rack. Now, I have to squeeze in.

I asked the building deputy where all of the bikes came from, and she told me that they were used by undercover police officers who cruise the campus as students. Apparently, they don’t want to be seen riding to and from the police station, so they drive over to my place and start from there.

I had a good ride to work today. The temperature was cool and there was little wind. Coming home, I started on the North Work Route, but instead of turning from Salisbury to Lindberg, I continued north to Kalberer Road. Turning west, I rode to the Cattail Trail and followed it south past the Evil Empire and the Lilly Nature Center at Celery Bog back to Lindberg. Lindberg, 400W, and Division Road brought me back home.

Miles Ridden: 15.5

No rides this weekend, since I was helping my wife with her Feast of the Hunters’ Moon booth. (I provide logistical support and don’t dress in period garb.) Another task I have is to ferry family and friends who park in my driveway to and from the Fort.

I did take one ride to the Feast to visit the booth. There are no facilities for bikes at the park, so I had to chain the bike to a telephone pole along the road.

Miles Ridden: 2.3

The Christian Science monitor recently featured an article on “sharrows”, a new bike marking that is intended to indicate that bikes and motor vehicles can share a lane.

Looks promising, but I can’t imagine nearby towns using them. What do you think?

(Thanks to Cycledog)

I forgot to mention:

Last Thursday, I was walking across campus returning from a meeting, and I saw two bikes collide head on! They actually hit right in the middle of their front tires. Neither was going very fast, and while both came off the seats, they didn’t fall down. One of the guys was just surprised, but the 2nd guy yelled at the first.

I watched it take place in what seemed like slow motion, and I couldn’t believe that it happened. I think that there was some girl watching involved.

My colleague and I were cracking up and got dirty looks from the victims.

I was out of town for a couple of days, so I was anxious to get back on the bike today. I wasn’t able to ride to work, but I did put in a few miles before hand on the River Road/Campus Route.

As I was coming home on Newman Road, I noticed that the County crews had mowed recently. They use equipment that includes a mowing deck parallel to the ground to get the grass, and a vertical deck to ‘trim’ the bushes and limbs that are potruding into the right-of-way. Where the honeysuckle bushes are thick, the road looks like a ‘Green Canyon’ with high, green sidewalls. (I’ll get a picture later and post it here.)

Miles Ridden: 10.1

Sometimes even a bad ride is not so bad.

I was driving up to William Henry Harrison High School to drop my son there for a Marching Band trip to participate in a parade, so I decided to throw the bike in the van and start my ride from there. (I had to drive around to the other side of the building so my son’s friends wouldn’t see me in the bike shorts.)

Things could have gone better. I thought it would be neat to follow Charlie Meyer’s Brookston Bakery route from his book, and I studied it before I left the house. I was almost to the school when I noticed that I hadn’t brought the map with me. So, I decided to instead follow the 30 mile route from the recent Wabash River Century Ride, since the routes all started at the high school this year, and the markings were still easy to see. It would have been easier had I looked to see which color marking went with 30 mile route. I had no clue, so I decided to try the Brookston route by memory.

I-65
I didn’t do too badly, although a couple of problems marred the ride. I was over half a mile out when I noticed that the sensor for the odometer was not aligned with the magnet. (I rounded up half a mile in the final distance to compensate.) The seat was a bigger problem. I’ve been having trouble with it coming slightly loose and squeaking as I ride. Apparently, when I last adjusted it on Thursday, I set the horn up too high. By two miles in, my entire ‘swimsuit area’ was totally numb. I tried changing my position, but I finally just gave up and rode on in discomfort. (Man, I am such a whiner today!)

My memory of the route must have been OK, because I found Brookston without incident. I couldn’t believe all of the garage sales that I saw – almost every other house. It was when I reached the highway that I realized why. This was the weekend for the Apple-Popcorn Festival.

Apple-Popcorn Festival
It’s kind of weird that they couldn’t choose a single agricultural product harvest to celebrate in this little town, but I don’t think they care. In addition to the endless lawns filled with used crap, there were two or three blocks of craft booths, non-profits selling snacks, and carnival entertainment. Someone was setting up a Strongman Game – where one hits a lever with a large hammer to try to ring the bell – as I rode to the convenience store.

I went in to get a drink and a square donut (as advertised above the door). Mine was more like a loose spiral. It was when I was in line to pay when the tingling started. Areas that had been deprived of blood flow for the last 30 minutes were being resupplied, and all of those little capilaries sprang back to life at the same time. Now that’s invigorating!

As I left town, I ended up following the route of a something-K run. As the runners turned left, I continued south on the chip-and-seal road (100E). I noticed that it was turning into less seal and more chip. By the time I was a mile down the road at a ‘T’ intersection, my road and my two choices were all gravel. I turned west on what I later learned to be County Line Road, and went two miles in soft gravel – cursing and complaining the whole way. I was very happy to see pavement at 300E.

When I got to Springboro Road, another cyclist came by and asked directions. The only roads I knew were the gravel mess I left behind, and the path he had just traveled (Tyler Road towards Battleground), so I wasn’t much help. We had a nice, short chat and each went on our way. Tyler Road soon crossed 900W and then met up with Pretty Prairie Road, so I was back on the Cairo Watchtower Route from May, at least for a short while.

Downtown Battleground, Indiana
I stopped in Battleground for a drink. I’m still wondering what ‘Misting’ is.

The hill on Prophet’s Rock Road that continues up 600N has to be the steepest I’ve ever climbed – maybe even worse than the uphill on 500W north of Division Road. I made it, but I was panting like crazy at the top. 600N took me back to County Farm Road and the high school. By that time, I was feeling pretty good.

Miles Ridden: 29.0