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26 May 2011 @ 11:40 am
I B Biking Soon...  
But I thought I'd post about some things from past rides. ;)

My office is close to lots of rural areas, and the choices tend toward either that or a LOT of freakin' stoplights (which are annoying).

I've mentioned the smell of strawberries from farms along my rides—I expect some of that today! Along one road I often take, someone cut down the eucalyptus grove at the corner ( my "landmark"! Boo), but on Tuesday I noticed that there's another eucalyptus farther up the road. The smell of sun-baked menthol was what caught my attention. Mmmm-mmm-mmmm.

There's been a "Bunnies For Sale" sign nearby, this past year. I hope those are bunnies for petting and not for eating. :( There are pygmy goats across the way, and farther up is a place where some fancy-pants chickens have a tiny house and a solar-panel power source. I don't know why I blame the chickens for that, but I do.

I turn at that corner, and pass a good-sized property with a big house and grandiose landscaping... which also boasts a train caboose. No, really. It's like the guy along I-80 who built a huge pseudo-castle, but has boats and RVs next to it and never bothered to screen out his own view of the interstate. o_O

Other roads offer sights like junkyards and random cattle, which are less fun, but still—better than stoplights!

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Destinadestina on May 26th, 2011 06:44 pm (UTC)
Mmm, you know, the smell of strawberry and eucalyptus seems very appealing to me. It is a nice incentive to ride. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Lovehalfshellvenus on May 26th, 2011 07:21 pm (UTC)
The sun makes those smells much stronger (they "travel" farther).

The strawberry smell fills me with such longing! Those farms are annoyingly far off of my commute home, but every time I pass them I get the random Big Idea that I will stop and buy a flat of strawberries someday. :)

The eucalyptus... that smell is much more noticeable in the spring than in the summer, and I'm not sure why. Sun-baking after dampness? Because mid-summer, you have to be in a clump of them to get the same effect as from passing by a single tree in the spring.

No one ever talks about how good that smell is, but I love it. And one I associated with camping: sun-baked pine needles and hot dirt. Whoo!
the key of the day and the lock of the night: unicornlocknkey on May 26th, 2011 07:05 pm (UTC)
LMAO! (oh - God the 1-80 castle) WTF?

I'm so going to have you up for lunch one afternoon and give you the Rio Linda tour. There is some seriously messed up stuff here - I really hope the fellow with the flatbed big rig that sells the confederate flags puts in an appearance. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Laugh SPNhalfshellvenus on May 26th, 2011 07:25 pm (UTC)
Hahahahaha! I was hoping you'd see this, because I knew you'd know exactly what I was talking about. The first time I saw it, I was all, o_O ??!? But over time, I go by and think "manic with too much money." ;)

I've actually biked through _some_ parts of Rio Linda, though only once on one particular road (I didn't feel very safe there). That road had a lot of fancy metal work fences, someone's personal metal-art farm, and I could swear there was a place with a Burro On A Pillar at the bottom of the driveway. This would be either Elkhorn or Antelope, I think. Glorious weirdness!

Confederate flags, though... ack. Might as well just tattoo "Racist" across your forehead at that point. There is NO excuse (not even the usual feeble ones) for that in THIS part of the country. :0
Port: runnerdesertport on May 27th, 2011 04:54 am (UTC)
Your route sounds super fun; something about the smell of strawberries in your description makes it seem very lush and real. Enjoy your rides. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Cyclinghalfshellvenus on May 27th, 2011 05:32 am (UTC)
It actually is pretty nice. I'd like to add more variety, but this time of year the winds tend to determine some of where I go, and then later... it's the horrifying lack of shade. All that farmland, and so few trees. Yikes!

Do you ride in Portland at all? The city has really beefed up the opportunities for it, just in the last 5 years alone. :0
Port: ninja samdesertport on May 30th, 2011 03:51 am (UTC)
Oh, it's ALL about the biking here. I've thought about riding, but it's an investment of time and money I haven't yet been ready for. Plus I'm really paronoid about leaving a bike unattended after hearing some horror stories and walking past the occasional stripped-down carcass. But it looks like so much fun that I might try it someday. How long have you been riding?
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Cyclinghalfshellvenus on June 1st, 2011 12:47 am (UTC)
My biking history is kind of schizophrenic.

In high school and college (in Eugene), that was pretty much my only transportation. I did some recreational cycling in Eugene my senior year, but that was 6-8 miles or so, nothing like now.

I've been doing recreational distance cycling for about... 24 years now? And since I've got my first really good bike (about 23 years back), I don't use it for transportation (except really ambitious to/from work rides) because I am utterly paranoid about having it stolen! Commuting to work, at least I know that the bike will be secure at either end of the route. The grocery store? Not so much.

And I can't even fantasize about biking to the library, since I'm usually carrying about 15-20 lbs of books each way. We're book piggies.

I do intend to borrow the bike Christopher's using for errands, though, especially since I've finally figured out how it's freaky gears work.

Do you have a bike at all now, or not?
Port: akiradesertport on June 5th, 2011 08:28 am (UTC)
I am so envious admiring of how much exercise you work into your life. :)

I'm afraid I don't have a bike so far, though I may borrow my sister's from time to time over the summer. It's never occurred to me that I could just use one recreationally, which seems silly, except that the bike culture here is such that you're encouraged to bike everywhere you go. Or walk, which is what I usually do.