I was up there for a meeting, thought I'd sneak in a ride up and down the BBP. These were my objectives: 1) The easiest ride possible on a beautiful summer's day 2) Checking out the ladies strolling alongside rushing Boulder Creek 3) Re-acquainting myself with a ride I've done a thousand times in the past (in a previous century) sort of like riding through a time capsule and 4) Checking out the ladies.
No pics this time. The first thing I realized was that anybody riding a bike figured the speed limit was 25 mph including on the wrong side on blind corners. I was just out for a bike stroll and would slow down when I came up on hikers (lots of times) because I didn't want to pass them on a blind corner only to be passed by some helmet-mirror wearing geek doing, you guessed it, 25 mph.
Packs of roadies coming my direction would hog up most of both lanes and would just barely get out of my way, yammering away the whole time. In fact, all bikers (myself excluded) were the very epitome of what most civilians would call "those azzhole bikers". I was even yelling at them after awhile.
I finally decided to turn around in east Boulder and...hit some tiny rock that basically threw me OTB and I landed hard on my previously broken right wrist and left elbow. As I lay there in a heap I almost started laughing "guess I should have worn my elbow pads". One of the cute lady hikers came up to me and said "that must have hurt!". We checked for broken parts and I then headed back through the mass of azzhole bikers to my vehicle, in the rain.
If a civilians only contact with bikers was on the Boulder Bike path I can see why they'd hate all of us. It was a beautiful day, though. Glad I didn't break anything.
No pics this time. The first thing I realized was that anybody riding a bike figured the speed limit was 25 mph including on the wrong side on blind corners. I was just out for a bike stroll and would slow down when I came up on hikers (lots of times) because I didn't want to pass them on a blind corner only to be passed by some helmet-mirror wearing geek doing, you guessed it, 25 mph.
Packs of roadies coming my direction would hog up most of both lanes and would just barely get out of my way, yammering away the whole time. In fact, all bikers (myself excluded) were the very epitome of what most civilians would call "those azzhole bikers". I was even yelling at them after awhile.
I finally decided to turn around in east Boulder and...hit some tiny rock that basically threw me OTB and I landed hard on my previously broken right wrist and left elbow. As I lay there in a heap I almost started laughing "guess I should have worn my elbow pads". One of the cute lady hikers came up to me and said "that must have hurt!". We checked for broken parts and I then headed back through the mass of azzhole bikers to my vehicle, in the rain.
If a civilians only contact with bikers was on the Boulder Bike path I can see why they'd hate all of us. It was a beautiful day, though. Glad I didn't break anything.
