My name is Brian. It's a decent name, I like it. I also really like Star Wars, Stargate, LEGO, Supernatural, Halo, biking and making mediocre artwork. Sometimes I feel good, sometimes I feel bad, but I'm always in the mood to answer questions or just chat (provided I'm not asleep). I'm an Eagle Scout and a rising sophomore at George Mason University.

So I haven’t biked further than a few miles in over 8 months.

And early yesterday I tried sprinting just one mile on my bike at the pace I had built myself up to two summers ago.

After my lungs stopped burning and my heart rate returned to normal I figured it would be weeks before I could do my 14 mile route again without dying.

But later that day with a Camelbak full of water and mind full of determination, I decided to try anyway, but with one difference from before: I would actually pace myself.

If you know me in real life you probably know that pacing is not something I do well, but I missed biking my trail too much not to try.

(A quick note about my bike before this story continues: I found my bike on the side of the road over 6 years ago and have been replacing parts as they fail. The frame is of a 1996 Schwinn Impact Pro Mountain Oversize, made of tubular steel and with an interesting paint job. The front wheel used standard Schrader valve tubes but the rear used the slimmer and less sturdy Presta valve tubes, so one day I took a drill and changed the size of the hole in the wheel. There is only a shifter for the rear 7 gears, but neither a shifter or derailleur for the front 3 {being a Schwinn I would need the original Schwinn part for this and I’m not trying to restore this bike}, meaning the slacker chain only shifts to odd numbers {1, 3, 5, 7, but because the shifter came from an 8 speed bike it reads 2, 4, 6, 8}. That is Shakey-McRust-a-lot.)

I kept myself below gear 8 for the majority of the ride, and didn’t sprint the straightaways like I usually did.

I drank plenty of water but not too fast.

And I gave myself a rest after mile 7 before turning around.

When I was done I had biked the whole 14 miles in just under 2 hours, just 20 minutes longer than going full speed with a longer break and refilling water, and without feeling seriously winded at all (although in serious need of a shower due to muddy patches on the trail).

I’m really proud of myself and can’t wait to slowly build myself up again.

thisbigcity:

lyndseyscofield:

Part of a bicycle safety campaign by Metro in Los Angeles. Separated bike lanes and bike signals are important, but I don’t discount the positive effect of more signage and awareness. I’d love to see more of these everywhere! 

'Every lanes a bike lane.' Don’t we wish!


As a cyclist I approve of this, but at the same time I don’t approve of cyclists endangering themselves and others by riding in full traffic lanes far below the speed limit.Basically share the road, but please also be aware of speed limits, traffic laws, and your own limitations and coordination.

thisbigcity:

lyndseyscofield:

Part of a bicycle safety campaign by Metro in Los Angeles. Separated bike lanes and bike signals are important, but I don’t discount the positive effect of more signage and awareness. I’d love to see more of these everywhere! 

'Every lanes a bike lane.'
Don’t we wish!

As a cyclist I approve of this, but at the same time I don’t approve of cyclists endangering themselves and others by riding in full traffic lanes far below the speed limit.

Basically share the road, but please also be aware of speed limits, traffic laws, and your own limitations and coordination.

Gonna start a photo project entitled: “things I found while biking”

Off to a good start with a pair of (unbroken) cheap sunglasses, the (waterlogged/broken?) processor and display for a digital bike odometer, and a (half-buried/unbroken?) bike axel.

Reached the halfway point and resting on my favorite concrete table at Eakin Park.

Just waiting for the weekend. I can’t do school. I could before, but now I can’t. I need a bike ride or a long cuddle or something like that.

Another 20 miles on my odometer, for a total of over 700 miles. Sweet.

Went out on a bike ride.
Don’t know if I want to come back.
Maybe later.
Much later.
Or not at all.
Depends on how I feel much later.

Why I hate music

Recently I came had an epiphany as to why I hate music. It isn’t because it’s bad, or even because I don’t like it; in fact, it’s not even about the music.

It’s the act of hating.

I am an accepting and (until a recent depression streak) have been an easy-going person most of my life. This means I have a fucking huge amount of pent-up hatred and general rage ready to blow the head off of anyone who disagrees with my musical hatred.

I cope with this hatred by hating whatever music happens to be annoying. Also by swearing like a fuck while biking alone.

Hopefully no one has been too offended by my transgressions against music (sorry, Robin).

Me Riding home.

One Month.

One month is not a huge amount of time, by any means. But one month isn’t short, either. It’s a decent amount of time to judge someone’s character; to get to know someone; to start something special. For me, this last month has been a crazy roller-coaster of positive emotions.
One month ago, my now girlfriend agreed to go on a bike ride with me.
Now I wish I’d done that at least a month sooner.
We’ve been taking it pretty slow, since we’ve both been hurt before, but now we know we can make this work.