When Keith called me Sunday evening to let me know there would be a little Northshore training ride on Monday, I thought, "That's just what I need." The prospect of three Giro Rides in a row was a little daunting, for any number of reasons, and I was only too happy to have a viable alternative dropped in my lap. And so Monday morning found me at Starbucks ordering a small dark roast and a cranberry scone for the trip across the causeway. I put the car on cruise control, sipped my coffee, and watched the sun rise over the water.
With only six of us on hand, the ride was brisk but smooth and although my legs were most definitely feeling the effects of the prior weekend's back-to-back Giro Rides, it was a nice treat to be out in Pine Tree territory for a few 
hours. I guess it's been quite a few weeks since I had a nice ride out in the rolling hills north of the lake, and so it was particularly nice. I must say that I was a little bit concerned about the town of Abita Springs. They're in the process of putting in a fancy-schmancy traffic intersection, complete with concrete curbs and turn lanes. I'm sure for them it's a sign of progress, but for me it's a sign of impending urbanization. Change is hard...
hours. I guess it's been quite a few weeks since I had a nice ride out in the rolling hills north of the lake, and so it was particularly nice. I must say that I was a little bit concerned about the town of Abita Springs. They're in the process of putting in a fancy-schmancy traffic intersection, complete with concrete curbs and turn lanes. I'm sure for them it's a sign of progress, but for me it's a sign of impending urbanization. Change is hard...Since we rode fewer than 60 miles today, I was back home rather early, so I decided to do a little plumbing, which somehow seemed rather fitting for Labor Day. The kitchen sink drain was starting to leak a bit, so I removed the whole disintegrating thing and headed over to Harry's Hardware. 
Well, Harry had almost everything I needed except for the odd reduction compling that mated the 1.5 inch drain pipe to the 2 inch waste pipe. Just to make it more interesting, none of the various pipes was level or plumb, or even lined up with each other. The fact that it took this plumbing abomination so many years to actually leak is a minor miracle. So anyway, after two trips to Harry's and finally a trip out to Lowe's I came up with a rubber and hose-clamp coupling that did the trick, which was nice since the alternative would have been a day or two without a functional kitchen sink.
Well, Harry had almost everything I needed except for the odd reduction compling that mated the 1.5 inch drain pipe to the 2 inch waste pipe. Just to make it more interesting, none of the various pipes was level or plumb, or even lined up with each other. The fact that it took this plumbing abomination so many years to actually leak is a minor miracle. So anyway, after two trips to Harry's and finally a trip out to Lowe's I came up with a rubber and hose-clamp coupling that did the trick, which was nice since the alternative would have been a day or two without a functional kitchen sink.
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