In article <zLyhh.3203$aD6.30@trndny02>,
Stephen Harding <
[email protected]> writes:
> Tom Keats wrote:
>
>> I guess it's good if a rider wants to integrate a
>> workout with his or her commute, or is simply and
>> exhuberantly feeling their oats.
>
> I'm fortunate in that my work environment for the last
> 15 years or so has been "casual" to say the least. I
> can arrive at my office in a ball of sweat and no one
> much cares. A little sponge bath at the bathroom sink
> and I'm good to go in my cutoffs and T's.
>
> So I do try to incorporate a "workout" on my ride in or
> home from work a day or two per week during the summer.
> My "lean on it" days I think do me some good, although
> I could really care less what my overall speed ends up
> being.
That's great that you can do that. So can I, to an extent.
But my work entails getting into truck trailers with other
people to load/unload stuff. Being confined in a trailer
or shipping container with cow-orkers is actually pretty
intimate, and I feel compelled to be considerate about my
emanations & radiations. But a full, wash-everything shower
before going to work followed by generous applications of
Old Spice Red Zone, plus my penchant for peppermint candies
has made me popular to work alongside. So much so, that I
can proffer the following sage advice for getting along at work:
1) smell nice
2) admit to your own screw-ups
3) don't talk about anybody behind their back,
and when other people do, don't get involved
4) help other people when you run out of your
own work to do
5) have some peppermints or licorice all-sorts or something
to offer to your cow-orkers
6) trim armpit hair
> During winter that is all out the window. The object
> then is NOT to sweat, and that often means average
> speeds of 12-14 mph or less if the road is mostly clear.
As a mostly city rider, I often encounter hot-shots who'll
make a point of zooming past me, only for me to catch up
with them again at the next traffic light. And then they're
panting & gasping. If I'm feeling particularly contential
I might show 'em what's what from that point, especially if
an upgrade looms ahead. Or I might just let 'em go ahead
and kill themselves trying to stay ahead of me. Heck, I'll
just haul-up next to them at the next traffic light anyways.
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