2 Bike Path Conversations and Some Farm Share Food

I went errand running on the Minuteman trail, and at an intersection I stopped for a pedestrian crossing the perpendicular sidewalk and a skinny senior citizen roadie with a circa 1994 jersey on a steel bike of similar vintage making a left-hand turn from the roadway onto the trail, headed in the same direction as me. He stopped for me to cross, but I waved him through, as I figured he’d be going a lot faster than me.

It turns out that I was wrong, but as I passed him, he said to me “it almost looked like you were doing a trackstand there!”

I think he meant it as a compliment. I was fairly certain that I had done a trackstand at the intersection, but maybe on my ridiculous commuting bike wearing a wrinkled t-shirt and (also wrinkled) skirt, he really wasn’t expecting it? I just laughed like it was a joke, because really, what else could I do?

Then later,  I got on my road bike in the ridiculous clothes meant for that purpose and took the Minuteman again, this time to get to Lexington where these things called “roads” don’t have traffic lights and MBTA bus stops every 12 feet. After arriving in Lexington, one can ride on these roads, upon which people can use a conveyance to travel in the same direction at high speeds while following a similar code of behavior. Crazy concept, I know.

I was headed west on the trail with some uber-commuters, and this guy sat behind me for awhile and then as he came around to pass he made some choice rude comments about the pedestrians we had recently passed. Now, these were not the smartest of pedestrians — the ones who zig zag across the center line for no real reason (maybe due to texting-while-walking?), but it’s an MUP and they belong on it, and it’s okay. There are these things called roads, and they are for people who want to go really fast while on-or-in wheeled devices.

This guy was really angry. He really wanted me to agree with him that the path was filled with idiots. I expressed my belief that these paths were for all users, and you had to accept that some were small children and some were blind and some might just not be all together present in the moment, but I don’t think he heard me.

But beyond my two weird conversations on the bike path, the major highlight of the very same day was getting someone else’s farmshare. Dan and I didn’t sign up with a CSA because we are used to having our own personal garden and growing a farmshare worth of food for about $35/year. Our community garden application was rejected, so we’ve been growing about a 1/4 farmshare worth of food in containers on our apartments “lawn” (for about $50 for the summer). What our sad urban garden lacks in diversity, we make up in salad greens and tiny, container-stunted tomatoes and peppers.

Some friends are out of town and offered us their CSA allotment for the week. I picked it up today, and then when I was out riding in the early evening, I could only think about how amazing it was to have fresh beets and happy fresh eggs for the first time in forever. So,  I cut the ride short just to come home and cook fresh food.

Frittata made with farmshare eggs, tomato, carrot and basil, with Cabot cheddar and some prosciutto. Carrot Basil Spice cupcakes with beet buttercream frosting. mmmmmm.

I wish we could have a real garden and some hens; it would make urban living pretty much the best ever.

 

 

Can we stop reporting poorly about our junk?

is it just me, or does this science-y sounding description for why women should raise their handlebars to a more upright position :

“There are a myriad of factors affecting women’s sexual function. If women can minimize pressure application to the genital tissues merely by repositioning their handlebars higher, to increase sitting upright, and thereby maximize pressure application to the woman’s sit bones, then they are one step closer to maintaining their very important sexual health,” explained Irwin Goldstein, editor-in-chief of The Journal of Sexual Medicine.”

sound suspiciously like a modern day equivalent of this explanation of why women in the 1890s were told to ride upright bicycles and stop racing the dudes:

“The bicycle posed particular anxieties. The angle of  the saddle could cause women to become  aware of sexual feelings before marriage and so awaken in her carnality and unfeminine sexual desire. The problem was exacerbated if women leaned forward, rode fast or did not maintain an upright posture when riding.  Special ‘hygienic’ saddles with no inner core that could rub against a woman’s ‘delicate parts’ were offered by manufacturers to circumnavigate this problem.”

I’ve seen this bar-height-numb-junk study or the precursor study quoted or cited by a number of web-media sources, but they never mention (or properly contextualize) these important details:

  • n=41. 7 of the original 48 were kicked out for some reason. There are a lot of problems with small sample sizes. This is a very small sample size. About half the women rode level, the other half had a little drop. Some were older. Some weighed a lot. Some rode 10 miles a week, some 100+. No one asked these ladies if they knew anything about bike fit.
  • And a pre-pub version of the new study is available here, as a “white paper” provided by the maker of a noseless saddle. Hmmmmm.
  • Women used their own saddles in their own set up. They were classified as “traditional” or “partial cutout.” No mention was made of saddle angle or reach, saddle width, length, etc. Details on the cutout measurements weren’t investigated. I know nothing about how much effort these ladies ever put into their bike fit.
  • A previous study on these same ladies and their bike saddles determined that despite the measured reduced sensitivity “there were no negative effects on sexual function and quality of life in our young, healthy pre-menopausal study participants.” –which would be the important fact that the ladies might want to know before raising their handlebars to a more Victorian upright position.

I’m no exercise physiologist, but I did take basic stats, and I ride a bike and (newsflash!) have a vagina (You may have to censor that word in Michigan). I’m really disappointed in the degree of press this study is getting without acknowledging a few big deal points about its limitations and over-hyping its potential value. If the ladies are still enjoying their private lives, obviously a little perineal numbness isn’t a functional sexual health issue that requires adopting a city bike position on a race bike. It’s like saying that everyone whose blood pressure spikes during a scary movie should go on a permanent salt free diet.

My ass goes numb from sitting too long in an office chair. Maybe I should switch to a career that requires constant standing? Or maybe, I should just take a break and go for a walk every now and again? I’m guessing from this office chair scenario, that even if my ass has greater numbness in the long run, the fact that I’m an active human being with a healthy BMI and solid cardiovascular health is way better for my all-around health and longevity.

Non-technical advice to ladies who would prefer not to raise their handlebars to their shoulders:

  1. Just because a saddle came on your “ladies” road bike doesn’t mean it fits your personal lady junk. Same goes for any women-specific saddle. Or, any human specific saddle. One size doesn’t fit all.
  2. There is a reason that seat posts adjust so that you can change the tilt of your saddle.  There is a reason you can adjust fore/aft position. Reach. Drop. …And a whole host of other bike measurements. Changing anything on your bike by a few degrees or a couple of milimeters can mean huge differences in comfort on a bicycle.
  3. There is a reason that hundreds of saddles are available in different widths, lengths, firmness, etc.
  4. Stand up on the damn bike occasionally. Stretch on the bike while riding. This benefits pretty much every part of your body that utilizes your circulatory system.

And general advice for everyone in the world:

  1. Don’t let study results reported in the media influence your life decisions until you at least read the abstract and references.
  2. Scientists know that individual modern scientific studies very rarely prove anything: however, incremental science is a really good tool for eliminating things that aren’t the answers. I don’t think all reporters know this little nugget. Be wary of any health or social science reporting that suggests a study result provides a single best practice or advocates a one-size-fits-all approach.

I’d say that the value of this host of studies using the same group o’ ladies is that they demonstrate that you don’t need a saddle cut out to relieve pressure (as it might make things more numb). I think it shows that it’s difficult to get a good cohort of study subjects to investigate women’s cycling and health given the wide range of age, weight, position, riding style, experience, typical riding habits, etc — so obviously we need more women cycling, especially at the level needed to do this research, so that we can have a better pool of participants.

 


I’m extra testy because I saw my sister-in-law’s new (first ever!) road bike. The (reputable!) shop that assembled the major brand bike had rotated the break levers in the strangest position ever, making it a) an awkward wrist position to ride the hoods and b) weird braking position to ride the drops. She had been riding this for WEEKS. it took 2 minutes to fix. She’s been riding 90+ miles a week. What is the likelihood that tons of other women are riding with stupid saddles or poor positioning due to lazy mechanics?

Boats, and Boats, and Boats (part 2 – North Shore Edition)

Daily Deals have been significantly influencing Husband Dan and my choices for weekend entertainment. A whale watching Groupon led Dan and I to schedule a trip to Gloucester in mid-June for a weekend of whale watching, eating, and bike riding.

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I haven’t driven anywhere in a really long time. We left mid-late afternoon, before the big rush out of town. This isn’t even rush hour traffic, and I found it intolerable. I don’t know how people do this every day for a lifetime worth of career.

We used AirBNB to find a fairly inexpensive but better-than-a-tent place to stay so that we could escape from city living for a weekend. Friday evening, we walked through Rockport’s “Bearskin Neck” which is a narrow neck of land upon which a bear once died, and was subsequently skinned. Now, it is a tourist trap filled with places that serve lobstah, ice cream, taffy and fudge nestled between art studio/shops. We bought a bag of taffy and proceeded to work on rotting our teeth.

Rockport seems to really love Pirates. I’m guessing they are a lot more entertaining now than they were in the 1700s.

This oversized garden gnome was covered in or constructed of duct tape.

We went into Gloucester, and heard some bluegrass fiddle near a pier. We followed the sound down to its source, we found out that we had crashed a fundraiser for the marine historical society. Luckily, one of the organizers/attendees was totally sauced on plastic cups of wine and invited us to check out the boats. So we saw one of the most beautiful hand-built schooners I’ve ever seen. I have a secret love of wooden boats that doesn’t often get indulged.

Well-loved hand-built boats. The tent in the background was the crashed party location.

We walked back toward town and ended up in a bar with live music we could listen to without party-crashing. The sauced and saucy ladies from the party were there, as were some girls in poorly executed pirate costume shanding out free samples of dark rum. The busy bartender gave me too much change, and when I handed the extra $5  back to him with his tip, he gave me a free t-shirt just for being honest. The sauced ladies were indulging in the free rum and getting extra saucy. Just as we had to leave to get to bed at a reasonable hour, they were dragging (literally!) old guys onto the dance floor.

Unfortunately, the weekend we picked to spend a long Saturday on a boat and on bikes was somehow much colder than the days on either side of it. It was cold and threatening rain on the North Shore. The choppy waves ended up forcing our whale watching boat back to shore before we got to the whale hangout location. The vicious seas lead me to need a nap to stop the world from spinning, and combined with the icy/threatening weather, we figured we’d have a shorter 50 mile ride to see the scenic sights without having to over exert ourselves or spend a lot of time battling the elements, should it rain “for realz”.

We saw lots of these near the coast, but I’m pretty sure this picture wasn’t from the ride (as suggested by the presence of sunlight and lack of clouds)

We rode through Rockport, Gloucester, and headed south to Manchester-by-the-Sea, returning via the western edge of Beverly. It was really pleasant with rolling hills… something we don’t see too much of in our typical rides just west of Boston. Sometimes, I forget what hills really are. We both thought it felt like we were in another state, even though we were just a few miles north of city-living Boston. Dan thought it was the easiest 50 miles he had ever ridden. I thought that the world was still spinning around and around and around several hours after returning to shore.

 

Dan was getting a little loopy in the cold weather. His hands were replaced by lobstah claws!

Post-ride, we showered and headed to Woodman’s for some fried food. We don’t eat a lot of deep fried stuff. I was amazed to learn that the batter they use is wheat-free and indulged in the first fried scallops of my life.

We attempted to split a platter and some chowder.Despite riding all afternoon and skipping lunch entirely, the two of us couldn’t actually finish this meal-for-one.

Sunday, we woke up and packed up our stuff, to learn that the weather was beautiful and only a little chilly. We went to Halibut Point State Park to explore and see the ocean up close. I saw some huge bullfrogs. Dan thought they weren’t that big, but he’s spent more of his life living near wetlands than I have, so has a better pool of bullfrog experience upon which to base the opinion.

The Ocean is Big

 

The rocky shore created these lovely tidal pools filled with a ton of little snails.

The ocean is way too cold to touch. The water was incredibly icy.

Before we left, we bought some fresh seafood to help our vacation extend a few meals into our return-from-the-sea. We’ll be making a day trip back up soon to actually see the whales (I hope) and maybe eat some more fish. Longer rides are in the future as well, but getting to cut 25+ miles off the trip just to spin easy along the coast and eat fried food was worth paying money to stay in a stranger’s house.