July 14, 2005

Spending time (and calories)

I've been spending some time with the newest member of the family, and have ridden 900 km (around 560 mi) in the last three weeks. I keep trying to figure out if that's a lot or not. I fully recognize that it's nothing in the face of the 3608 km of the Tour de France, but then I think, well that's almost a quarter of the distance of the Tour in the same timeframe, and that in addition to working full time and otherwise living a relatively active and productive life.

I guess it's all relative. It's a fair amount of activity compared to a couch potato, but probably doesn't stack very impressively against more athletic types.

I have a 2003 Mazda Protegé5, and at 9.9 l/100km (my commute is nasty city driving) 900 km equates to around $75 saved in gasoline not purchased. Only 27 more weeks until the bike pays for itself in gasoline savings (although we're not going to mention how much more I'm spending on food...). Someone please tell me if my math is messed up.

Posted by Ken Allen at 2:39 PM | Comments (3)

July 11, 2005

Hot or not?

Farmer tans. You know what I mean; pasty-white bodies with nut-brown arms and faces. Maybe legs. This vs. the all-over even tan.

I have been assured that I am alone in my belief that not only are farmer tans hot, they are more hot than all-over tans. While I'm willing to concede the aesthetic value of evenness of complexion and uniformity of skin-tone, I can't get past the idea that a farmer tan is what you get when you're actually doing things; living your life; being active. Uniform tans are achieved while idling, often in surprising positions to achieve uniformity in places not usually seen by the sun.

Thoughts?

Posted by Ken Allen at 6:02 PM | Comments (16)

Snacking well

Sun-Rype's FruitSource bars are very good. Very good indeed. The Citrus flavour ones are so good that I hoard them, removing them from the variety pack boxes that I buy at the grocery store and saving them as rewards on very bad days. Dried fruit has come a long way, baby.

Posted by Ken Allen at 5:38 PM