a fine form of perambulation

Pointy-three ride last night. Long night. Started at the Whiskey pre-funking by myself. Headed over to Westlake and linked up with people there. We rode around the Magnolia/Ballard/Freemont area. I'm not really familiar with that area so I can only guess where we were. I remember a park, a Taco Time, People's Pub and the Fremont fire pit.

Rode around with Bama on my rack for a while. Finn is 150 pounds of self-avowed one-armed bayou trash. One arm because he's done something or other to himself and his right arm is in a sling. Anyway, the Co-motion and I were his taxi last night. The rack handled it ok. I think he bent the support a little.

Rode around on a Catrike. One of these:














Gotta admit, the thing is a hoot. Might be a little spooky riding it in heavy traffic and I'm not seeing much cargo carrying capacity. But it's fast and stable.

Somehow I managed to get my bearings all catawumpus on the ride home. Not sure how. I was rolling along doing fine. In my happy place and all. Happened to look at a street sign and noticed it said NW something or other. Wrong side of town. Eventually got my self straighted out and rolled in around 0400. Rode something like 60 miles yesterday. Got 4 and a half hours of sleep. Guess who isn't on his A-game today.

As much as I liked riding the trike, my next bike will be an XtraCycle. This seems like a damn useful thing to have, particularly given my habit lately of getting drunk and hauling people around on my bike.











I'm thinking of riding the STP on one of these next year. Don't know how I would get it from Portland to Seattle. But my vision is having a cooler full of pop and beer strapped to the back. Maybe find a way to put a palm tree on it too. I'll need to think about clipless pedals. More efficient and all, but this thing won't be about efficiency. I may go with clips and straps. Maybe even dig up a set of Alfredo Bindas somewhere.