Getting Set

...and so the preparations continue. This morning before church Priscilla whipped out the ol' ironing board and plugged in the iron. Why? What did she so urgently need to press?

A. Her Sunday best
B. Her sleek new bike shorts
C. An iron on transfer that reads "Cars are for nerds!"
D. An old wrinkly towel

Any guesses? C'mon...

What? E. None of the above? Why, yes! You are correct! She was actually ironing teensy plastic baggies, the better to repackage the bike computer that turned out to be the wrong one and needs to be exchanged tomorrow. Apparently it's very helpful to have a stopwatch-size bike computer to tell you not only how fast you're going, but also your cadence. Sort of like the bike version of rpms or something, so you don't wear out your knees (which are sort of like the bike version of a transmission... ).

And then off she went to the (ahem) Sunday service, home for lunch, and then hopped on her bike for more bikish errands, trailed by her trusty assistant (who fulfilled a lifelong dream en route and rode no-handed for well over 20 feet-- go trusty assistant!). First out west to Working Bikes for shoes (but it was closed, dagnabbit). Then back home for her phone (which she leaves in the most interesting yet unlikely places, like, say, the fridge), and then off downtown to renew her library card (yes, even fabulous biker-types must submit to the Laws of the Library). Next they headed a few blocks over to Union Station to check up on the details of checking bikes and fares to Boston, plus the option of a slide down the very long & prettily polished but uber-slow-sliding banisters (Priscilla declined) and then a bit of sitting in the waiting hall sipping Jamba Juice (after a successful finding of the food court, which is no small feat). Annnnnd eventually back home.

But only for a while: before long she threw a rack in her bag, snapped on her helmet, flicked on enough flashing lights to pass for a small UFO, and rode off into the night to borrow a computer that doesn't crash every five minutes in order to print out some route info. Probably to hook up the rack to carry her gear as well (it's tricky, the screws and the holes for the screws don't match, or something like that). What other important things might she do before the night is over? Tune in tomorrow, and if I remember to ask her about that, you just might find out!