Being an exercise junky I tend to run into some painful discomfort from time to time. Whether it’s a sore neck, shoulders or my guns, because I don’t take very many days off during the summer, I can run into a day or two a month where I’m hurting too much to rest comfortably. In fact, prior to cycling and wearing a bite guard at night, I’d run into a couple of days a week that I’d have to deal with back pain that was too unbearable to even sit in a recliner with… The bite guard, I wrote about here and has given me a new lease on life, a level of pain-free enjoyment that was previously impossible. On those uncomfortable days, usually days off when the guns finally get a minute to stop smoking, I reach for – every time. I love Aleve. I love the fact that I can literally feel it the second it kicks in, the pain melt away. It works every time, never fails.
Last night was a rest night. I’ve been going for 13 days in a row and I was finally beat. Long about 5 pm I started tensing up. First my neck, then my shoulders, then my back and legs – it was an all-over kind of hurt. Two Aleve and 20 minutes later and I was smiling.
Aleve isn’t without its problems… One of which I must be accutely aware. It’s very hard on the liver, and as a recovering alcoholic the last thing I want to do is mess with my liver any more (I’ve put that sucker through enough). In the days before my night-time bite guard this meant following the dosing instructions on the bottle. Today I don’t have to worry about that so much as two is all I’ll need for the pain to go away completely.
Sure enough, here I sit at my desk, good to go for tonight’s club ride. Thanks Beyer.
A Note To Motorists, Bureaucrats, Public Planners and Fellow Cyclists…and Jerks
Ladies, gentlemen, cyclists and miscreants,
We road bikers don’t want to be on the road any more than some motorists want us there but they call it a road bike for a reason. I’ve had to deal with being buzzed (where a driver in his/her vehicle purposely tries to get as close to a cyclist as possible without actually hitting them), I’ve been yelled at, heck I’ve even had a 2-liter bottle of soda thrown at me (fortunately the punk kid wasn’t a very good shot – he led my by about 5′ too much, just missing my front wheel at 20 mph – and I was in a bike lane). Beyond that, even following the rules of the road, it’s a dangerous hobby and it certainly is nerve-racking at times.
To stay as safe as I can be I choose very specific routes to ride. Where possible I ride on road-side bike paths – considering that I’ve only got about three miles in my home town that’s not much, and where it isn’t possible I limit myself to roads where the traffic isn’t dense with the exception of one road. Technically it should be one of the more dangerous roads to ride on – Old US-23, the service road to the expressway that stretches from Ohio all the way to the tip of the Michigan mitten (and southward as well). In Livingston and Genesee counties the service drive has a 55 mph speed limit and is highly travelled which means it would normally be off my list of roads to ride on – but it’s got 3′ shoulders. I can travel for miles without ever having to cross the solid white line separating the driving surface from the shoulder. It’s one of the safest roads I’ve ever ridden on, next to Miller road which has a bike path on the section I ride, it’s also the busiest road in Genesee County.
The roads that I have had problems on only have a 6″ shoulder. I’m forced to ride as far right as practicable but on the driving surface, which I gladly do, but that puts me in traffic. Cars are therefore forced to navigate around me, dodging in between oncoming traffic. As their speed is between 35 and 45 mph and mine is between 20 and 25, this can make for difficulties and frayed nerves.
So, to the policy makers and public planners and bureaucrats alike, you want us to be fit and active – to stay out of the medical system as much as possible, yet we are greatly limited in doing this because drivers have a tendency to lose their minds a bit when they see a cyclist on “their road”. Please help us by giving us a shoulder when new roads are built. We don’t even need three feet – two would be great. This gives us (and traffic) a little bit of a safe zone so that vehicles don’t have to cross over the yellow to get around us. We don’t need the dedicated bike lane painting, we don’t need the signs letting us know we’re indeed in a bike lane, we just need a couple of feet so we don’t have to interact with traffic so much.
To the cyclists, please follow the laws of the road. Travel on the proper side of the road (that’s going WITH traffic). I realize you think it’s safer to see the cars coming, but that’s because you are naive and/or ignorant. It’s far more dangerous to ride against traffic – by an order of magnitude. Stop it. Stop at stop lights – they should never be run. I happen to be a proponent of rolling stop signs – but only if I’ll have the right-of-way, or if there is no other traffic present because it’s far faster to get through a stop sign and get out of the way of traffic to do a slow roll rather than unclip, stop for a three-count and get going again…but follow the law and use your head (to avoid accidents, not to field test your helmet). If you’re riding alone or in a group of less than three, don’t ride two-abreast on a busy road please. The rule/law is “as far right as is practicable” – if you’re riding solo, anything left of the first four feet of road is not “as practicable”, it’s self-centered and rude – you’re doing your part to piss vehicle drivers off for the rest of us – please cut it out. Finally, if you cut someone off or almost run a pedestrian over, you’re the jerk, not them – especially the pedestrian (no matter how stupid they are).
As a final note to the bureaucrats… Now that some states have begun limiting or banning mountain biking trails, you will be pushing more and more of us out onto the roads. Call that an unintended consequence, call it whatever you want, but we have a desire to maintain our fitness. Please help us do this by giving us a couple of feet on each side of newly topped roads and new roads so we can, if we follow the law in our state, make it home to kiss our wive’s, husbands, sons and daughters.
Oh, I almost forgot – to the miscreants… You do have a license plate you dope.
Big Daddy Jim.