Chronicles of Bike Gang

Before this blog even starts, it is outdated. I now am (and have been for the past year or so) proud owner of this- a Kona Jake the Snake. So Three cats, Two legs, and One Bike Girl, is now Three Cats, Two Legs, and Two Bikes Girl. And divide the co-ownership of the cats, and I am down to One and a Half Cats, Two Legs and Two Bikes.

I am not counting on the leg number changing.

Taking advantage of the warm weather on Monday (which was about two weeks ago when I started writing this), I bombed over to my parents place. I took the new camera (Thanks Vik) hoping to get some good photos. Apparently, all the good wild life was used up on Sunday. And the batteries died by the time I got to Capilano park.

The bike route from my place to my parents place is on of my favorite routes in the city, which includes many "whee" hills. Please note both "wee" and "whee" have the same pronunciation.
"Whee" hills are not a measure of size, but the... err.. funness.

"Whee hill" necessarily imply expletives, the kind of which depend on the direction you are going. Go one way and you pant, wheeze, gasp, and curse the day you were born. Go the other way, and a whole lot of "Wheee" and brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrm" involved.

And for the record, since I got my cross, the former are used far more often than with my mountain bike.

There is one particularly brutal hill a few minute from my place that is nearly un-bikeable on a cyclocross because of the gearing , and still challenging on a mountain bike.

I've been biking this hill quite a bit over the past few weeks. I have been "writing (the thesis) at home." This has allowed me the opportunity to bomb out regularly for a good bike ride to maintain my sanity.

Problem is, with the increased mileage (kilometerage?) I am getting really beefy again and I can't fit into my pants. SUX.