Twice Is Never Enough

Either kiss him or grow some patience. - Boywich
Mreeeeoooooo. - Kitwich

I went for two bike rides yesterday - once with my dad, who was visiting and had brought his folding bike in the trunk of his car for the express purpose of taking a ride (must pause to interject: how cool is that!), and another to go get some Proper Apples at the farmer's market in Tompkins Sq. Park.

Okay, to be honest, the second ride was because I needed a real ride after the slow cruise.

I've been better about taking pocketcam with me everywhere I go, and sometimes I even manage to stop and use it, so here's a little outdoor sculpture and industrial waterfront for you. Look! There were even waves yesterday - okay, boat wake waves, but still, there was a little froth. And I like a little froth.

Speaking of visitors who are wise enough to bring bikes, Boywich is indeed coming to visit. In the good old days - or bad old days; I can never figure out which - he and I used to ride everywhere together. I got him hooked on cycling, but he got me hooked on urban cycling, so it was a fair trade.

I foresee a certain amount of pizza and hummus in our future. Carbo-loading, baby.

And soon, so very very soon, there is Rhinebeck. I've got a positive gaggle of friends going this year, and I am hoping to manage to run into a couple of peeps whom I know only in the blogosphere (hey Claudia, I'll be the short one with the cyclist's ass). Of course, what is likely to happen is that I'll be so overwhelmed by wool and those flirtatious alpacas (I swear they were batting their eyelashes at me) that I'll forget to look for familiar faces.

I am not knitting anything special for it, 'cause I don't do that. My knitting is purely idiosyncratic, as is so much else of my life, and planning something would take the fun out of it. Also, Special J would like to have her gloves before Novemberness hits, so that is the priority, woolwise. I am almost done with the first one, but I keep getting distracted. No, not by that. Though that would certainly be welcome.

Today's nonsequitur (not that this whole post hasn't been a celebration of nonsequiturial grandeur): Am I allowed to buy the cycling gloves with the carbon knuckles (the better for punching, should the situation require that) just because I want them?