sistawendy: me in C18-inspired makeup looking amused (amused eighteenthcent)
I got around to something that I'd been meaning to for years: I finally rode Miss Indigo Bike across the SR 520 floating bridge*. The current bridge there opened in 2017, complete with a lane for peds & bikes, which the previous bridge there lacked. It took me eight years, but I did it.

How'd it go? Well, getting onto the trail involved a few wrong turns and backtracking. There isn't any signage on the Burke-Gilman Trail** telling you how to even go south, much less get on SR-520. The pedestrian-and-bike overpass that gets you safely across the 6-lane arterial has been there for ten years***, but neau, there's no sign telling you how to find it. This looks like a job for a guerrilla.

How's the actual ride? It's a fantastic way to zen all the way out. Bike traffic was light, with a high proportion of serious cyclists, and the weather and the view were right on. And the high rises at the east & west ends aren't that bad, at least if you're used to Phinney Ridge. I stopped at the east end and took a picture, natch. How long did I take? About two hours, including all the doubling back and the break at the far end.

Thence to brunch on the Hill at Lost Lake with Comfy Lady! Her job, in public health, is under direct threat from Trump's gangsters, which... urgh! But otherwise, it was lovely. Happiness is eating outdoors this time of year.

Went home, read, got groceries too delicate for a messenger bag, made dinner, and crashed hard. Seriously, I lay down at about 1930 thinking I'd nap for a couple of hours. I ended up sleeping over nine hours in my clothes & makeup with the blinds & bedroom door still open. I guess the ride caught up with me. Welp, now I know how to cure my own insomnia. Luckily, I didn't have any firm evening plans.



*That's right, kids, a concrete pontoon bridge. We have three of them here in Washington state: two across Lake Washington, which borders Seattle to the east, and one at Hood Canal on the other side of Puget Sound.
**The Burke-Gilman used to be a railroad right of way that got turned into a paved trail not quite fifty years ago. It hugs the waterfront in Seattle's north end, including the University of Washington, for which it's a commuter artery. It runs up the west side of Lake Washington all the way to its northern end.
***The overpass over Montlake Blvd. was built as part of the project for the University of Washington light rail station, and it was an excellent idea. The station is right next to the sportsball stadia. Across from the station is the bulk of the UW campus, of course, and kitty corner is the enormous UW Medical Center. Just south of there is a drawbridge. So yeah, there's a high density and volume of irritated drivers at that intersection, just what you don't want as a bicyclist.
sistawendy: me in my Suffragette costume going "Eek!" (eek)
Remember my fellow trans facilitator A-the-lady? Well, she's out of commission for a few weeks due to a horrendous bike accident on the way to Pride involving the accursed streetcar tracks and, of course, vehicular traffic. Unlike me in my two accidents in the last year, she didn't ask for trouble; she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Mayunn, cyclists shouldn't need to be braver than the troops just to get around.
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume with the back of my hand to my forehead (hand staple forehead)
The tail light on my bike wasn’t working when I got home this morning, and wouldn’t turn on again. New batteries, right? Except that didn’t make it go. I was thinking disparaging thoughts about Portland Design Works, but then I remembered that my tail light has been through two accidents in the last six months, the latter of which destroyed my headlamp and both brake handles. The poor little tail light may have taken some damage.

I’ve got a new PDW tail light on its way now. And it occurs to me that if you’re going to lose a bike light, the time to do it is during the spring or summer. There’s enough morning light now to render me pretty visible in my eye-watering hi-viz jacket or t-shirt.
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume with the back of my hand to my forehead (hand staple forehead)
I had grand plans yesterday evening of hitting the Blue Moon and maybe even shopping for groceries. But when I got home from a burger & shake with my son — his treat — my toes were really numb, and not comfortably. And I thought ski socks & riding boots would be enough.

So there I was in bed before 1800. The sensation did return to my toes, but as soon as it did, I fell asleep. For five hours.

I stayed awake for about three hours after that.

Then I slept for four more hours. It's been a while since my body overruled my plans so decisively.

That's right, I was in bed for twelve hours and slept for nine of them. I think I'll be grocery shopping this morning. Yes, I could do it on my bike with a messenger bag, but I don't want to risk crushing delicate produce.
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume with the back of my hand to my forehead (hand staple forehead)
You know how when the temperature is below freezing, fog can form ice on streets? Yeah, I wiped out going down Phinney Ridge on my bike this morning. TL;DR: I'm fine, but my bike isn't.

I spun around a little as I slid down the hill. That must have looked kind of cool if you weren't experiencing it.

At least this time there were no other vehicles involved. The driver of the car behind me stopped and checked in, which was nice, and said that it was a narrower escape for me than it seemed. Uh, yikes?

I landed on my right hip, shoulder, and elbow yet again, but this time I'm completely ambulatory if bruised and scraped. Yes, I have taken ibuprofen.

Here's the property damage:
  1. I tore a hole in my serious mittens. That's not too bad; the grippy stuff on the palms was already wearing off due to — wait for it — riding my bike in them.
  2. I tore a hole in my hi-viz jacket. It, too, was looking pretty grungy and therefore less hi-viz. Not so bad.
  3. The handles of both my brakes are pointing in weird directions. I stopped halfway home and walked the rest of the way.
  4. I couldn't even find the LED from my headlamp. Mind you, I wasn't too inclined to look hard for it because cars were trying to drive on the icy street I'd just wiped out on.
So, shopping at REI is in my near future.

As for the necessary bike repair, that too comes at a good time. My rear derailleur has become unreliable, which probably means I've worn the cassette down. I've ridden it about 3000 miles.

You know, the streets didn't look questionable for the first mile or so of the ride. It only takes one icy patch, though, and Seattle's many steep slopes don't help. Am I some kind of maniac or what?

Edited to add: I hope that wiping out on your bike isn't one of these things that come in threes.
sistawendy: me looking confident in a black '50s retro dress (mad woman)
Happy Rebirthday to me: today is the official, not just observed, fourteenth anniversary of when I started living as a woman. Do I have plans? I just might.

And for the first time since my bike accident, I rode my bike. Happiness. My new helmet and ear band play nice together. While I was recuperating, it's gotten cold enough that I really should have worn two pairs of leggings. It was 34°F (1C) as I watched the street lights turn off for the day.
sistawendy: a head shot of me smiling, taken in front of Canlis for a 2021 KUOW article (Default)
I was invited to the friendsgiving that I went to last year, but I wasn't feeling it. I stayed home, cleaned house, and had Korean instant ramen with seitan for dinner. Je ne regrette rien.

Oh: I discovered on Thanksgiving afternoon that my front bike tire was flat. I may have neglected to mention that my accident was right in front of a construction site. Yeah, you know what happened: I pulled an entire nail out of my front tire. I'm lucky that
  1. That nail didn't puncture me when I hit the ground.
  2. I was able to ride three miles home with it in my tire without even noticing for a week.


As I'd planned before my bike accident, I went out to the Mercury with Funny Lady on the night of Thanksgiving day. So I did get some social on.

With regret, yesterday I blew off the annual gathering of grad school classmates because a) it took me too long to recover, b) their place isn't all that convenient by transit, and c) I had on call stuff to do. But! I did make it to a trans and non-binary Leather social at Cal Anderson last night. It was a little cool in the shelter house, but it was packed with information. That mass transit trip was more than enough for my hip; it's for the best that it was the only one I did yesterday.

Came home, got to bed at a reasonable hour, and slept for ten hours. I have nothing to do today except pick up groceries & bike tubes. Bliss.
sistawendy: a detail of a blue corset with violet lace overlay (blue corset)
I missed something when I looked at on call status for work this morning, so I got paged. I didn't handle it right the first time. (Foreshadowing!)

I did get a bike ride in, during which a panel truck turned right in front of me. I remember thinking, 'Their signal isn't on. Do they see me? Will they turn into that driveway?' The answers were no and yes, respectively. I swerved to avoid the truck toward a sidewalk and braked hard, and I ended up wiping out on the concrete, which was still wet from rain. My helmet did its job, my thigh is bruised, one knuckle on my left hand is sore, and my right hip joint is so sore I have to walk very gingerly.

Did I ever mention that the Devil Girl House is full of stairs?

The truck driver & passenger, plus another driver, made sure I was OK. I got my bike straightened out, and went on my not-so-merry way. It was probably pure adrenaline that got me home. I passed my son on the way and we talked briefly. I don't think either of us knew at the time how badly I got hurt.

On call continues to suck, and it's partly my own fault.

And I just found out that Rep. Sarah Mcbride, the newly elected trans Congresswoman from Delaware, essentially rolled over about the vile new bathroom bill that Republicans want to pass about federal facilities.
sistawendy: me in the Mercury's alley with the wind catching my hair (smoldering windblown Merc alley)
Saturday: lunch with [personal profile] cupcake_goth's pal T. I got to show her around lower Fremont and buy a couple of things, namely a little mead and a lavender to replace one of the hydrangeas that the builders planted in direct sun. Nice & mellow.

I'd planned to hit the Merc with Dancer Saturday night, but she was in some wedding-related drama with her sister and wasn't feeling it physically, due to poor sleep, or emotionally. I was disappointed, but I understand. I told her the tale of my Good and Evil Sisters, which she found a bit shocking.

And speaking of Evil Sister, she & I have exchanged mailing addresses — directly, and without Good Sister on the text thread! It's the first one-on-one communication that we've had in sixteen years. Might this be the beginning of something? Wayell, I don't have my hopes up. So far she's acting as if she never treated me like shit, which isn't OK.

But back to the Merc: a lovely time was had. I wore my spiky black bra and scratched people with it. I danced in heels for the first time in months and wrecked my feet a little. I was annoyed to see that the late-night schedule on the bus home from the U District has changed to hourly. It seems that the optimal time to catch the train is 0030; I left too early.

Sunday: art at Base Camp Studios with Tacoma Girl, and then at her suggestion Uwajimaya for grocery shopping, which both of us badly needed to do. I really like hanging out with her, and no, that's not dirty.

Dinner at Meesha with the Womanhandler, a drink and very trans chat at Mr. B's, and then some womanhandling until I got tired. I don't regret shifting my schedule to the mornings, but it does put a crimp in my dating life.

During one of the wee hours, my intestines emptied out rather dramatically. What did I eat that caused it? Either Meesha, which I don't want to believe because it was delicious, or the badly needed snack on the way home from Uwajimaya.

Good Sister has sent the other two of us the first paperwork for selling Mom's house. I think she's working ahead in the grandest GS style.

Edited to add: Sometime shortly before I finished my bike ride yesterday, I punctured my back tube. The back tire is bald and I found a crack in it through which I could see daylight, but I felt around for something stuck in the tire, found something, and extracted it. Or so I thought: I replaced the tube, but that one's now flat too. I'll be getting my exercise today by walking to a bike shop and getting a new tire and tubes. Le sigh. But honestly, it had been a long time since I had this kind of problem, and I really need to replace that tire before the fall rains. I'm kind of proud of myself for completely trashing a bike tire in less than a year and a half.
sistawendy: me looking stern in a blue velvet 1890s walking suit (lizzy)
You know that I ride Miss Indigo Bike for exercise, usually in the morning. You may even know that I don't ride in the rain if I can help it; it's unpleasant for me and bad for my bike's drivetrain.

But what you didn't know until now is that except at the driest times of year, I usually check the weather forecast before I mount up, usually on Apple's weather app. It's been dead wrong three times in as many weeks.

"Rain in Seattle in the springtime is to be expected," you say, but I don't seem to recall wrong forecasts happening so often until recently. I do seem to recall that climatologists predicted that Seattle would get wetter, at least in the medium term: water is evaporating off the oceans faster, and it's got to go somewhere. Also, more energy in the system means more volatility, as [profile] rigel_p once told me, and that means less predictability. My guess is that whoever is making these forecasts needs to update their models to compensate, if that's possible.

Now, it's no big deal for me to take off my bike helmet, pick up shopping bags, and head downhill on foot to the supermarket for my exercise. But there are plenty of big deals happening all around us. I have a co-worker who, as I type, is recovering from dengue fever. He's in Brazil, which is now suffering a record outbreak. Dengue has been hitting parts of Australia as well. How long before dengue arrives in Mexico, Miami, or south Texas?
sistawendy: me in my nun costume with my duster cross, looking hopeful (hopeful nun)
If you have a weird obsession with me, you may recall that I messed up my shoulder back in September while pushing my bike up my front steps, an activity necessitated by the local population of goddamn thieves. After six months of my shoulder maybe kinda sorta getting better, I listened to the Tickler and made a physical therapy appointment for this afternoon. So how did it go?

Not bad, only a few gasps of pain. The exercises aren't as strenuous as the ones for my knees over five years ago. I assume that's because this time the goal isn't to build muscle to make a joint less mobile, but to make it more so. There's a long list of exercises that I'm supposed to do more often than I really wanna, but if I want to put my coat on in a reasonable amount of time, or hook my own bra behind my back without crying out and taking a break for a minute afterward, I need to do it. Executive function R us here at the Devil Girl House.

Did I feel like I had the least serious injury in the whole clinic? Yes. Am I letting it bother me? Not that much.

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sistawendy: me in my suffraget costume raising a finger in front of the Vogue (oh yeah)
Several times on Sunday I heard a distinct ringing sound that was coming from my front brake rotor. When I braked, it would stop — temporarily. It eventually occurred to me that something, probably bombing down Phinney Ridge, had knocked the hub out of alignment.

So I stopped, undid the quick release, banged the front wheel down a couple of times, tightened the hub nut, and set the quick release again. Problem solved.

That could have been bad if I'd left it, maybe, but that wasn't going to happen because it was powerfully irritating: a loud and almost electronic-sounding tone. But I've learned some bike stuff. Go me!
sistawendy: me in my nun costume looking stern (stern nun)
I went to Dr. Funnyname for routine blood work, and he did something I wasn't expecting: a baseline EKG, my first ever. It seems I'm of a certain age where it's a good idea to get EKGs every few years. Harrumph.

The only thing unusual about my heart is something that's been obvious to doctors for years without an EKG: I have a very low resting heart rate thanks to bicycling. They said that they'd worry if it were under 40 beats per minute; mine is 41.

So, ride a bike! If a car doesn't flatten you, you'll live forever, more or less. And a good way to avoid cars is to ride early. I suppose you could ride really late but a) you'd ride in darkness much of the year, and b) it gets me too wired to sleep at night.

OK, there's a thing all primary care docs do that drives me meshugah: they'll ask me when my last, for example, colonoscopy or tetanus shot was. All I can remember is that it was yeeeeeears ago.
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume with the back of my hand to my forehead (hand staple forehead)
I lost yet another tube on my bike, this time the rear one, but it wasn't noticeable until about as far from home as I get on my daily ride. I pushed my bike about twenty blocks down Aurora Ave., the ugly, six-lane arterial that's basically a loud, smelly eyesore the length of the North End and into the next county.

And was this construction debris? I couldn't find any in my tire, despite two inspections in daylight. Was it a pinch flat? I did jump a curb to avoid construction workers in the street putting on their gear for the day. Or was it just that tube's time, as Random says inevitably happens? I'll never know, and I'll never care as long as I get to ride more.

Which reminds me, I need to moisturize my hands after all that soap and degreaser.
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume with the back of my hand to my forehead (hand staple forehead)
For the third time in as many days, I replaced the front tube on Miss Indigo Bike. Yeah, it took me three tries to pull a piece of surprisingly fine steel wire out of the tire. It was almost certainly debris from one of the two construction sites on my usual bike ride, both less than two blocks from my place. I could have avoided them by riding an extra block, but neau, I pushed my luck. I wonder at which stage of construction the danger of this sort of thing largely goes away. They're not quite done framing.
sistawendy: me in my suffraget costume raising a finger in front of the Vogue (oh yeah)
A few days ago shortly after it had rained, I went bombing downhill on Miss Indigo as usual. This time, however, there was a driver making a 270° turn around a traffic circle partway down the slope who didn't see me. The good news? My brakes are not the limiting factor in stopping distance. The bad news? The ability of my tires to grip wet concrete is. It's probably a good thing I had a new bike with knobby tires instead of FM Bike's Armadillo tires. That was an adrenalin rush I would rather have skipped.
sistawendy: me in my suffraget costume raising a finger in front of the Vogue (oh yeah)
Remember how I said my rear bike brakes are squishy? Well, I stopped by the bike shop and I learned a thing or several:
  1. My brakes are hydraulic! I don't know what they were on FM Bike, but Miss Indigo has hydraulic brakes.
  2. The cheaper kind of hydraulic brakes use mineral oil as the fluid. The more expensive kind use "DOT", i.e. Department of Transportation, brake fluid just like cars do.
  3. Of course I have the cheaper brakes.
  4. The seals on these mineral oil brakes don't perform as well at temperatures below 50°F (10C). Remember, folks, I live in Seattle. I've got many months of riding in those temperatures every year. (The bike mechanic I talked to is from Alaska. He says they always use DOT up there.)
  5. Like any hydraulic brakes, you can have somebody "bleed" the air out of the brake lines. That didn't help me noticeably, though. I haven't had a serious issue yet.
sistawendy: me looking confident in a black '50s retro dress (mad woman)
Raising the seat on Miss Indigo by an inch saved me from the dreaded knee pain.
My right hand is healed.
My left shin still has visible damage from three different incidents, one of which was 19 months ago, but it's almost gone.
The root of my upper left cuspid doesn't hurt for the first time in two years.
Time to, I don't know, hurt myself somewhere else make tea.
sistawendy: me in profile in a Renaissance dress at a party (contemplative red)
Bad: I appear to have tossed my spare key with the lock packaging. Poo. I've ordered another one that, if I understand correctly, I don't have to pay for. And it appears that I never used the spare key for the previous lock, because I found that one without any difficulty. Le sigh.

Meh: I've figured out how to get my bike out of the house with a minimum of fuss: backwards, out the door and down the front stairs.

Good: I have a top tube bag from REI. It fits my wallet, phone, and keys, which is all the carrying capacity I need for ~90% of my rides.

Even better: I've figured out how to lean my parked bike in the foyer in such a way that it doesn't intrude into the way of anyone walking on the stairs, and it doesn't leave marks on my walls. No need for a stand! Hurrah!
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume with the back of my hand to my forehead (hand staple forehead)
A few people have asked me, and I wondered even before they did, if homeowner's insurance covers bike theft. Mine specifically excludes "sports equipment", unless I pay extra, which I haven't done. A quick google suggests that that does indeed mean that yes, insurance companies (justifiably, in my case) consider a bicycle to be sports equipment. In other words, I'm SOL. That makes me feel a tad better about running out and buying Miss Indigo on credit so quickly.

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