I’ve got mad decaling skills, bro.

As documented here, I was waiting for my second set of decals to arrive from Hungary, and they came yesterday! Of course, that meant a door knocker and Tammy picking them up today. She teased me at work with this:

A Hungarian Package

I got home and opened the package up. Here’s what I got for $71… or $142 if you count the lost one that probably is in the landfill in Victoria.

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Let the 2018 BCC season begin!

The weather this weekend managed to be nice enough for me to ride not once, but twice! Yesterday, I went for a 31 km ride into the Church Ranches area to scout the road conditions. And today, the Bow Cyclists headed out for the first time in 2018.

Selfie on Meadow Lane

That’s a duck pond in the background. Let’s just say that winter has not released its grip yet.

There was an amazing turnout this morning. The count was somewhat vague, but it was approximately thirty riders who set out this morning. That was the largest number that I have ever seen. We had six ride leaders out: myself, Tommy, Wing, Rebecca, Kurt and Mark, so we split into an A and B group. I led the B group for what ended up a 42 km ride.

The B group. I don’t know all of their names, but left to right there’s Wing, Kevin, three unknowns, Adam, Susan, Allan, another unknown, Mary, Rebecca and Nora.

The A group got back a few minutes after us, and only went 6 more kilometres. They had to deal with a flat tire at some point.

I guess there were a lot of people like me who were sick of riding the trainer indoors. Feels good to kick off the riding season. It will only get better from here on out.

MAMIL (Middle-Aged Men In Lycra)

Tonight was a date night. Tammy took the train downtown and met me at the Esri office at the end of day. We walked from there to the Barley Mill Pub in Eau Claire. There was a big pro-Trans-Mountain Pipeline rally at the old courthouse on the way. We walked by just as it was breaking up. I muttered to her a quote from It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown:

Sally: “I wouldn’t want to be accused of taking part in a rumble.”

We had a nice dinner. She had the fish and chips, and I had a buffalo chicken burger. A half pint of Guinness for her and a couple glasses of Tool Shed Red Rage.

But all of that was a pretext to go and see MAMIL.

It is a documentary that has an interesting distribution method: they advertise a showing in a city at a particular theatre on a particular date and time, and if they pre-sell enough tickets, then the showing happens (you don’t get charged until the reservation is confirmed). It had come to Calgary in October and I’d missed it then.

There were a fair number of Bow Cyclists there, so it was a bit of an event. There were a lot of chuckles and outright laughter from the audience. I guess there was a lot of truths up there on the screen. It was a study of why specifically there is a demographic of middle-aged, mostly white, mostly male cyclists who insist on wearing lycra (not flattering) and buying expensive bikes and riding in clubs. Sound like anyone you know? 😳

I could see myself in some of the stories. There were a lot of other ones that were not exactly me: I’m not trying to race or compete in any sort of official way. There also was a real focus on theΒ maleness of the phenomenon, which also was a little off from my experience. I have done my best to encourage women in the club, but there’s no denying that most of the riders are men. I’m glad of our female membership and will continue to work for it.

Tammy could also relate to the suffering looks on the faces of the wives being interviewed. πŸ˜†

Some very inspiring stories. Some cringe-worthy embarrassing truths. But overall a very entertaining film.

Yes, I’m almost forty-five. Yes, I weigh over 200 pounds and I put on lycra (or as I call it, my super-suit). And I’m also damn healthy and having fun.

I am Hoot

Wildlife spotting! Er, spotted. Juvenile Spotted Owl, to be precise. Miranda spied this outside our living room window. Ian claimed to see it yesterday, but nobody believed him.

Back In Black

The winter refuses to let up. It’s -12 on April 7th and snowing lightly. I understand that snow in April in Calgary is a normal event, but it’s supposed to be “Victoria-style”: snow squalls that melt again. This is frigid.

So, I’m still riding Zwift indoors, but starting to prep for the season. I have stripped my red/silver decals off of my Roubaix in preparation for a new set which are on their way.

Back to being the bat bike

I am going to apply them as soon as they arrive.

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View up our street

Touque and scarf this morning. No sign of riding season. And last night I finished watching the last stage of the 2017 Tour de France.

Easter Weekend

It’s the Easter weekend, and it’s -18 and it snowed last night. The Easter Bunny had better have extra layers on or he’ll freeze to the doorstep.


The big news today is Miranda got her glasses. From the day she was born, Tammy and I knew that the genetic deck was stacked against her, and eventually she would need them. When she had her eyes checked a few months ago, her vision was measured as -0.25 (very slightly near-sighted) and the optometrist asked us to come back in a few months to check again. This time it was -0.50, and it was time to find some glasses.

Four stores and lots of frames later, she settled for a pair of dark translucent blue frames.

Miranda’s first pair of glasses

The lenses are “Transitions”, so when Miranda’s out in the sun, they turn into sunglasses.


We also had a “lunch on Grandpa” today. He enclosed a $100 bill in the Easter card that he sent us, and we bought a nice sushi lunch from Sakana Grill: Love Boat Deluxe, a tuna roll, spicy tuna roll and a BC roll. There may have been a bottle of sakΓ©, too…