And so the second week of this round of 30 days of biking begins…just as the first week started–with a bog-standard commute.

In fact, the only thing that required that I ride with my eyes open today is that we are experiencing the first waves of the invasion from planet Tri-Dork for this weekend’s Ironman Wisconsin.

Since nothing much else is going on, I’ll resort the the usual blogger’s trick: I’ll just rehash the previous week using some stats that only mean something to me:

• Miles: 159
• Trips: 20
• Beer runs: 4
• Non-utility rides: 1
• Days wearing wool: 5
• Fixed-gear rides: 9

There you go.

And here are a couple of photos (shot by Lemberger) of your humble narrator on Monday’s ride.

Back in Black

Evil, farm roads, and corn

I think I need an all black bike. The creamy La Raza is spoiling the effect.