This past Saturday I did the Burke-Gilman trail from Gasworks Park out to Remdond's velodrome. I usually avoid the crowded, flat, and bumpy trail that is the B-G, but since I'm recording some popular local routes for a magazine, I had to do it.
The velo at Gasworks:
The strange "Wall of Death" - apparently modeled after those crazy cylinders that motorcycle riders do at the circus:
Beauty of the Burke-Gilman trail:
Rider at Marymoor Velodrome:
Nice view of the lake & seaplanes from the B-G trail in Kenmore:
Perty sunset at Gasworks:
Sunset is only looking better by the time I'm back up on Capitol Hill:
Made it out to Redmond in about 1:25, pretty good pace. The air was clear, a great day for a ride in light wool. At the velodrome I watched a guy do a few laps, and talked to a guy thinking about riding with SiR. Ended up dropping him on the Sammamish River Trail on the way back, sorry about that!
After the ride I got home, plugged in the GPS unit, and learned a tough lesson. GPS units don't work when they're in your jersey pocket! Guess you can file that in the "duh" category, but now I know at least.
So on Sunday I set out... to do the same damn trail that I happen to hate! But hey, if these pics & the GPS recording end up in the mag, then it'll be worth it.
On Sunday, while pedaling through the U-district, I spotted a small peloton and instantly recognized the blue SiR jerseys speeding towards me. Saw a smiling Vincent and gave a quick wave. I'll have to join the "team ride" one of these days!
And by the way, I was proud of the SiR group for not crowding the whole path! (Unlike a certain "Cucina Fresca" team that almost took me out around a blind curve on Saturday.. next time your badass team should get in the street, if you ask me. Or at least keep your peloton to one lane of the bike trail??)
In other sighting news, I think I've been crossing paths with cycling celebrity Kent P. on the I-90 trail through Mercer Island. Well, he looks like Kent, and has a mustache, anyway. Kent, is that you? I'm they bearded guy on the grey Pacer with hammered Honjo fenders.
Now let me address something annoys the hell out of me now that I've been commuting in the dark lately: those super-bright LEDs/HIDs that blind oncoming traffic (me). That's awesome you can light up the road from here to Spokane, but you're also burning my retinas!
Some riders aim their lights down, or at least cover them when they approach someone. But so many don't. I've been trying to yell "can't see!" as I pass these blinding riders, but I doubt they can hear me over all the road traffic. Do they even care?
I could aim my Schmidt E6 upwards and give them a taste of their own medicine, but then again we might both wreck in that case... Also thought about spraying water on the offenders as I passed, but that's a tad extreme.. although there would be a small amount of poetic justice in temporarily blinding them with water in the face.
Anyway, people! Aim that shit down... (after ranting now I'm wondering if I'm blinding anyone.. sure hope not!)