I relish in thankfulness for all of my Brooks saddles. This one is on the Big Dummy. My sit bones have managed to create near-permanent indentations in this most comfortable seat. If you do not have a Brooks Saddle on your bike, this should probably be your next splurge...
If I ever have another one hundred twenty or so dollars to spend on a a handlebar, you better believe I am buying another one of these! Behold, the "poor man's" Jones H-Bar (poor man's because it is the least expensive option: Aluminum). This is, by far the best handlebar I've ever used (and I've been riding MTB since the mid-90's, so I have tried a bunch of different handlebars). With the most hand positions I've ever dreamed of, if your commute is longer than two miles...well, whatever, this bar is just fantastic no matter what.
I figured I would at least attempt to start this blog with a few photos from my commute. I ride a majority of the way on the American River Bike Trail, from Downtown Sacramento to Rancho Cordova. The best time I've found to ride this trail is just before sunrise and just before sunset--absolutely beautiful.
The American River has become quite placid due to the drought; so sad. However, what the heck, it looks absolutely gorgeous when the surroundings reflect off the glassy surface. This photo was taken while riding across the Guy West Bridge from Sac State to the North side of the American River Bike Trail. One of my favorite places everyday to take in the beauty of the sunrise...
In these previous two photos, I kind of attempted to show off the fog layer that sits just below my neck while I ride through it...unfortunately, I only managed to really show off the awesome copper rivets on my Brooks B17 :) I couldn't help myself. I will take better pictures of the fog tomorrow, hopefully
I listen to a song almost every morning entitled, "Pictures in the Sky". I remember this was one of the first songs by singer/songwriter Rich Mullins that I fell in love with when I was six or seven years old. Funny that, as my understanding of art has "matured", I see beauty in the abstract and less and less think of the clouds as shapes I see in day-to-day life. I love the simple shadows and highlights the sun helps create as it works with the clouds.
Sooo sorry about these...This deer just doesn't trust me, yet. He's a handsome fellow and I tell that to him everyday (out loud, too, but I make sure no one is watching). Still, this old Buck catches my attention--full head of antlers!
This was a fail photo, but I like feeling the sun on my face.
I LOVE the weather these days. Autumn can really work out well in Sacramento and sun on the way home is a wonderful gift.
My nickname given to me, when I was very young, by my uncle Danny (as far as I can remember) was "A-Bomb" (I think because I was twelve pounds, four ounces when I was born--thank you, mom for your endurance). Well, I passed that nickname on to this "bar buddy" of mine; mainly because "Abominable Snowman" takes waaay too many seconds out of my life to pronounce. I'm sure he loves the mud as much as I do (and I think he is thankful I got the Jones bars as well).
Closing this day's photo group are two poorly photographed reminders that I get to ride on dirt for at least some of my commute--yaayy!!!
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