All that delightful, if unseasonable, weather we've had was wiped from my mind today. I looked out the window and saw bright sunshine and resolved to ride the velo in to campus for a panel on professionalization. I'm still nervous about riding in the dark, so I try to limit campus trips to times when I know I won't be trapped there beyond sun down.
Not only do I have to keep topography in mind, but I guess I ought to look more closely at the weather. I checked and it said WINDY and 40 degrees. Well, that's nothing like 70, sure, but the velo's nearly all enclosed and quite aerodynamic, so I figured I'd be fine. When I left my apartment to walk to the velo's house, I quickly congratulated myself on packing gloves, a scarf, and hat. But I still talked myself into going and getting into the trike and riding my butt to campus.
Well, I can say this: my calves and upper body were warm. I find that even in warm weather my feet sometimes get a bit tingly from elevation, and coupled with coldness and the blood hanging out in my leg muscles, they were quite tingly today. And then there's my face. Talk about cold. When you get going 25-30 mph, you generate a fair amount of wind. When there's already an icy wind, that gets quite frigid. Oh, sure, the velo has a spiffy little roof and windscreen. I've only tried to ride with it on once though, and it presents two problems: 1) claustrophobia and 2) no hand signaling. I imagine with time I could get used to being cozied up in that small space, especially since I know I'm "trapped" by nothing more than velcro, but the hand signals seem important to me. Even if the drivers around me don't always understand/pay attention, I like to at least try to let them know what I'm up to.
So, some goals for cold-weather riding: neoprene booties, a balaclava, and/or learning some basic electronics so I can rig up some turn signals. That seems like it would be a good idea regardless.
Sorry for all the pictureless posts. I know they're less exciting, but taking photos of oneself in a velomobile is no easy task and I'm shy about asking random people to join me in the photog frenzy.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Captured again
So it would seem I'm now a photog favorite. Not only did the Press & Sun Bulletin snap a photo of me (which a student mentioned the other day, but I am completely unable to locate) but I also showed up on the Binghamton University Insider page. We'll ignore the fact that the guy got my field wrong (English-Creative Writing rather than Comp-Lit) and that he called it a bike rather than a trike and just say more people should wear sun hats and ride human-powered vehicles so these camera hounds will stop hassling me.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Spring Time
Well, I fail as a blogger as usual, but not quite so much as a velomobilist. Since winter never properly fell on South Central NY, I've been able to get out more often. Someone asked the other day how long it takes me to ride to campus. "It depends," I said, "how many people stop to ask me about the velomobile." "Well how about if no one stops you?" "I don't know," I replied. "It's never happened." But today I did make it in without being stopped. Except I forgot to check the time when I left, so it didn't do me any good.
Taking the velo to campus is an interesting endeavor. For one, I go about ten miles out of my way because I'm convinced it's safer to go over the pedestrian bridge than to try the flyover (which is marked for bicycles, but would be mighty harrowing). Secondly, there's so many more people. Especially with this streak of lovely weather--trees are in bloom, we've seen the sun more often than not--students are thronging any open spaces. Oddly, though, I get mostly looks or hoots rather than questions. That surprises me. It's college. Aren't you meant to be inquisitive young people? I'm a friendly looking sort, generally, I think. But many, many people walk by and don't ask anything, though I can tell they're curious from the gawping, shuffling, and many phone photos. Even if I wave or say hi, most shuffle away as if I was panhandling. But hey, I guess that gives me more time to work if I'm hanging out on a bench right next to the velo.
Today I met a couple of people who'd heard of human powered vehicles or at least knew not only about recumbents but about people who race them. Mostly people who know about these things already stare starry-eyed at it, tell me repeatedly it's cool, but don't have as many questions. Still, it can sometimes make the spiel easier. Often, I feel badly that I've had the chain taken up and set the pedals specifically for my frame, because it really limits who I can offer test rides to. Of course, that doesn't stop some people. Among the students who did stop to ask about the velo on Wednesday was a tall, broad guy who insisted he be allowed to climb in and actually did so as I protested. Not cool, guy. Not cool. In the end, he couldn't even get his feet in front of him to sit down and try to operate the pedals, so he climbed back out looking rather smug and I didn't have to chase down and club anyone.
Interestingly, the single most common question is: How much does it cost? Since most people never follow that up with a question about where to acquire one, I wonder whether it's people looking for a status symbol. Man. If only all the people driving giant SUVs so they could look cool decided to invest in velos instead, it would be a much happier place around here. Well. Maybe not for the folks who seem to think my being on the roads is offensive. "SUICIDE!" someone yelled at me the other day.
Granted, it would take us all a little longer to commute. I get stuck at turn lights if there's no car behind me to trigger the weight sensors, and it simply takes longer to pedal somewhere than drive, but you notice more along the way, you get the exercise, and trust me, after a day of work, feeling the wind on your face and burning some calories away helps you burn stress too. We have more clouds and rain in the forecast for the week, but hopefully I'll be out spreading the velo-love more and more as the semester continues.
Taking the velo to campus is an interesting endeavor. For one, I go about ten miles out of my way because I'm convinced it's safer to go over the pedestrian bridge than to try the flyover (which is marked for bicycles, but would be mighty harrowing). Secondly, there's so many more people. Especially with this streak of lovely weather--trees are in bloom, we've seen the sun more often than not--students are thronging any open spaces. Oddly, though, I get mostly looks or hoots rather than questions. That surprises me. It's college. Aren't you meant to be inquisitive young people? I'm a friendly looking sort, generally, I think. But many, many people walk by and don't ask anything, though I can tell they're curious from the gawping, shuffling, and many phone photos. Even if I wave or say hi, most shuffle away as if I was panhandling. But hey, I guess that gives me more time to work if I'm hanging out on a bench right next to the velo.
Today I met a couple of people who'd heard of human powered vehicles or at least knew not only about recumbents but about people who race them. Mostly people who know about these things already stare starry-eyed at it, tell me repeatedly it's cool, but don't have as many questions. Still, it can sometimes make the spiel easier. Often, I feel badly that I've had the chain taken up and set the pedals specifically for my frame, because it really limits who I can offer test rides to. Of course, that doesn't stop some people. Among the students who did stop to ask about the velo on Wednesday was a tall, broad guy who insisted he be allowed to climb in and actually did so as I protested. Not cool, guy. Not cool. In the end, he couldn't even get his feet in front of him to sit down and try to operate the pedals, so he climbed back out looking rather smug and I didn't have to chase down and club anyone.
Interestingly, the single most common question is: How much does it cost? Since most people never follow that up with a question about where to acquire one, I wonder whether it's people looking for a status symbol. Man. If only all the people driving giant SUVs so they could look cool decided to invest in velos instead, it would be a much happier place around here. Well. Maybe not for the folks who seem to think my being on the roads is offensive. "SUICIDE!" someone yelled at me the other day.
Granted, it would take us all a little longer to commute. I get stuck at turn lights if there's no car behind me to trigger the weight sensors, and it simply takes longer to pedal somewhere than drive, but you notice more along the way, you get the exercise, and trust me, after a day of work, feeling the wind on your face and burning some calories away helps you burn stress too. We have more clouds and rain in the forecast for the week, but hopefully I'll be out spreading the velo-love more and more as the semester continues.
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