Hittin’ the Spillway
February 8, 2006 8:34pm
Saturday morning, Sonny, Chris, John, and myself all headed out to the Bonnet Carré Spillway to hit the mountain biking trail. Now I know what you’re saying: “Mountain biking? In New Orleans?”
Yeah, that’s right. Granted, it’s not alot of mountains, but it can be hilly. Yeah, I sound ridiculous, whatever. It’s only ~30 minutes away, it’s fast, it’s fun, and as Sonny has documented, is being improved.
The teeter-totter was quite fun. I knew exactly what it was going to do, but my brain couldn’t seem to wrap around the fact that it would indeed tilt down. I ended up hitting it a drop-off speed, and having to brake at the edge and ride it down. Here’s a photo of John in action:
And even though it was a bit mushy and slide-y at parts, I realized it was time to retire my beloved Maxxis Larsen TT‘s strictly to the streets, and get a new pair strictly for the dirt. Look Ma! No Tread!
Yeah, I know there’s tread, but much has worn off from street-riding, and it didn’t feel like I was gripping much on the trail.
Turns out, on the center tread (which isn’t really visible in the above photo), there is approximately 2mm of nub left. The ones on both sides of the center (you can see those, they’re the second row), have approx. 3mm of tread left.
That ain’t much. Here is another, slightly blurry photo, without a reference for scale:
I like how this little trail is shaping up. I look forward to more visits.
my dreams gotta catch me ’cause i don’t get sleep
February 8, 2006 11:43am
I know, the lyrics apparently are “kiss” instead of “catch”, but I think my word exchange is better. And I had to edit from “my dreams, they gotta” to the current title because it wouldn’t fit on one line and started to break things. Weaksauce.
Anyways, it’s no mystery that I don’t usually sleep well and that anything that has the warning of “May be habit forming” is no friend of mine. Work has been a bit stressful, and then there is this whole new living arrangement thing. Finding an apartment now is less than easy, much less a house.
To top it off, I had yet another anxiety dream last night about that whole situation. Workers are gutting the other 4 apartments, making alot of noise and leaving a huge mess in the process. My dream? I dreamt that somehow the landlords had found a way to blame the tonnage of wood and debris on me. The result? I had one day to vacate the premises.
What a crappy way to start the day. I have plenty of other stuff to write about (and I’ll get to it in good time), but I just wanted to write about this should I get home and happen to find a new 24-hour eviction notice.
