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Solution: Dorky Pants

Started: 2008-03-25 21:40:53

Submitted: 2008-03-25 22:17:15

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After acquiring a bike last week, I managed to get out last Thursday, between work and Hacking Society, I biked twenty kilometers (according to my GPS receiver) around Boulder's bike paths. I averaged twenty kilometers per hour; to make my twenty-seven kilometer daily commute practical, I need to increase my pace a bit. (This seems entirely possible, since I spent most of my ride winding on bike paths, not cruising down the shoulder of a straight highway.) I also wore my exercise heart rate monitor, which concluded that I burnt roughly 400 calories in an hour, roughly on par with my normal hiking pace. On Saturday afternoon, I headed out from home, scoped out one plausible way to get across Longmont, and biked all the way to Niwot, not quite half the way between Longmont and Boulder. I ended up biking forty kilometers at an average pace of twenty-five kilometers per hour. Next weekend, I hope to actually ride all the way into Boulder to get a better feel for what it will actually entail.

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As Scott Adams noted, the problem is that bicycle seats are hard. I have no doubt that I could profit from adjusting my bike seat (which I intend to do), but I also expect to profit from real cycling pants. The Internet revealed to me that I have two options for cycling pants: the traditional skin-tight pants worn while touring (riding road bikes for long distances) and baggier, less disturbing pants with similar padding for mountain biking. I visited REI this evening and found a suitable pair of the later, which I haven't yet had the opportunity to try but seem to fit my twin goals of having more comfortable cycling pants and not becoming a ludicrously-attired cyclist.

Ok, well, the most obvious problem with [new years resolution
about getting a girlfriend] is that the intended outcome relies on
variables which are out of my control. It's a matter of chance,
luck, being in the right place at the wrong time, what have you.
Obviously, it also relies on the willful participation of
another human being. Since the only people we control are
ourselves, making resolutions -- promises to ourselves -- which
require the involvement of others, who may or may not want any
part of the game, is like sitting at home and cheering a
football team, and then saying "We won! We won!" when in fact
you had absolutely nothing to do with any of it. Or something
like that.
- Bitscape, Random Rambling, 01 August 2000