Think back to the first time you and your friends tried mixing all the sodas in the pop fountain. You watched each different fizz cascade into the 64 oz. Big Gulp, mesmerized as the cola-colored puddle metamorphosed into a rust-colored, guaranteed gut-buster of a beverage. You thought to yourself, "Is this a good idea?"

And if you're anything like me, you said, "What the hell," and took a sip and even as you felt your Cheetoes and chocolate milk crawling back up your throat (with just a hint of Dr. Pepper), you swore to all your friends--you swore to God--that it was the "best thing ever made, try it, you gotta try it, just try it." And in the end, after fighting back your lunch, you decided it wasn't really that bad. And you took another sip.

That's what life is like in mredison's neighborhood. Welcome.

Friday, November 14, 2008

the big chill (not a reference to the crappy movie)

So I ride my bike to work a couple times or so a week. Yesterday and today have been blissful--45 degress with a light mist. I like.

But on Monday, it was about 24 degrees and threatening snow. It sucked like a . . .(eh, I'm too tired to fill in the blank. Insert your own dirty simile).

The temperature wasn't the only thing, though. I was also severely under-dressed for the weather. At first glance, I would have looked warm--thermal tights, moisture-wicking shirt under goretex jacket, balaclava, stretchy gloves under my bike gloves. All set, right?

Right. Except that when you bike, you create an artificial windchill for yourself. So it isn't just a chilly 24 degrees anymore. It feels like 11.3 degrees!

Boo. Now I've got an emergency pair of gloves in my pannier. Be prepared.
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