Brekkie in Woodinville

Last week my partner and I rode out to Woodinville, for huckleberry pancakes at the Barking Frog Restaurant. Since the restaurant is only 13 miles from home, and I wanted to make sure we had a ride of at least 30 miles for the day, I suggested that we ride on a bit farther, before breakfast.

So we went a bit farther, and my partner's front tire blew. Not the tube, the tire itself! The tire suddenly looked like it was developing a bad case of extreme acne and then--POP!--no more riding possible for him.

Of course we first turned back to the restaurant, where we had a lovely huckleberry-laced breakfast. Then on we went to Woodinville (I rode, he walked) to a bike shop that didn't have the armadillo tires that he wanted (but he did order them, to be installed a few days later). Off we went for a new adventure--a walk to the Woodinville Park and Ride, where we caught a bus home, with our bikes mounted on the front. The upside to doing that is that we now know how to ride the bus with our bikes, and thus our repertoire of possible rides is expanded.

The busted tire wasn't the only thing not working. My camera battery was dead. If I'd had my camera, I would've taken a picture of the horse on the Burke Gilman trail, another of the luscious pancakes, and, finally, one of our bikes on the front of the bus--picture these in your mind, so that you don't miss out.

And finally, I'm not blogging a lot, but I am riding a lot, mostly for errands. These days I don't get tired unless my ride is at least 25 miles. For example, last week, I rode once to Ballard and once back. I rode to the University and back. I recently rode to Capital Hill for a medical appointment--round trip, 25 miles. Tomorrow I have another one in the same location, and I'll ride again. In general, I'm blogging only about the special rides. But my frequent shorter rides are helping me prepare for Ragbrai.

This coming weekend, I'll take a class in group riding, offered by Cascade Bicycle Club.