July 6th  

smirkingdevil 49M
7/6/2006 4:10 am
July 6th

Well, the second day after the 4th of July is much better than the first.

Hungover and very tired, I arrived home last night, changed clothes, cleaned my bicycle and headed out for my ride around the villages near our Camp. Oy, was is hard to get motivated. But, I did it!

The ground around here is still saturated from all the rain we've experienced. Luckily, I have new off-road tires, but you would not believe how muddy this place is. And COLD! It's around 50 degrees F here, in JULY!

My rides are never without incident. Aparently, one of the stray dogs around the village of Krasney Uval ("Red Ridge" in English) had some puppies! Each house had a small puppy running around and they all came out to greet me as I passed. Very cute lil' guys. They all looked happy and completely unaware of the rough life they have ahead of them. Ignorance is bliss! Dogs are right below dirt on the Russian "give a damn" meter.

While riding through the woods, a huge deer went prancing by the path. We rarely see wildlife out near our Camp. But, get away from our complex and the forests seem to be teaming with life. I just wish I could detect more.

My last little cycling incident came near the end of my ride. The path was covered in water and instead of going around the puddle, I decided I would go through it. Not a big deal. WRONG!

I use those special peddles where you "lock" onto the bike with special shoes. To disconnect, the rider bascially twists the foot and the mechanism releases from the pedal. If the rider loses momentum, they naturally fall whichever way the bike falls. This is why you will see most pro cyclists being held up by a team member standing next to them, or they have one foot off the peddle holding themselves up against a curb.

Well, I hit that puddle and my front tire sank so far that only half the wheel was showing above the waterline. This basically stopped all my momentum. I felt the bike start to lean. I quickly tried to twist my right foot out of the peddle, but in the panic, I only managed to lift my leg, which caused me to thrust forward, which meant now my rear wheel was submerged. The bike was stopped again and starting to lean, but this time I was smart enough just to power through the rest of the puddle and onto dry land. Small incident, but scary when you looked at all the mud I was about to go head first into had I not made it.

Nina_Dee 62F

7/6/2006 5:28 am

All that and with a hangover too!
Good post, Smirkingdevil.

smirkingdevil replies on 7/6/2006 7:31 am:
Thanks Nina!

The hangover was one of those "I feel dull and have no energy" types. AND my stomach hurt. Work was like a library all day. Not much talking going on. My office mate "worked from her Camp room". Wish I could do that! The cycling helped clear my senses. The mud puddle incident was just an adrenalin rush! I wish I could bottle that feeling!

rm_mmmgoodnova 107M/107F
1259 posts
7/6/2006 6:05 am

Scary. I hate the sensation of falling and feeling unable to make it stop. Bit of a control issue, I guess. Does not explain why I like orgasms so much, 'cause that's definitely letting yourself get out of control...but give me an orgasm over bungee jumping, parachuting etc. any day.

Can you adopt one of the puppies and take it home with you when you leave?

smirkingdevil replies on 7/6/2006 7:52 am:
After spending all that money on my "should be AWESOME" peddles, I realized they were the worst purchase I could make for my mountain bike. You should see the hill I travel down at the beginning of my rides. It leads to a lake, so during the weekend, our village neighbors take their Ladas and Volgas (automobiles)) down the dirt path, leaving huge trenches in the mud. The road hardens up and I'm left with the scariest dirt road on the planet, and it goes downhill! I now unlock my shoes from the peddles in case I have to bail on the trip down. Not a very pretty thought.

Russia has a dog problem: The Russians don't really care about dogs. They seemed to have missed the memo that states dogs are man's best friend. One of the babooshkas who we have befriended in a nearby village likes to walk her goats. They provide her milk. A dog can't do that.

Russians also have a reason to fear dogs. The stray dogs form packs. When they form packs, they go hunt. Sometimes, those packs hunt humans. People have been attacked, even in Moscow (a fairly modern city, at least by Russian standards).

The puppies were cute, but not THAT cute. I'm sure one of them will come chasing after me when it is older. I'll have my water bottle ready to hose him down when he tries to take my ankle off.

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