I’ve had way more coffee than I usually do and I am flyyyyyiiiiing
I’ve had way more coffee than I usually do and I am flyyyyyiiiiing
I can tell which of my friends don’t do much/any of the Thanksgiving cooking when I see their turkey day bike rides on Strava…while I’m in the kitchen :-P
After I stumbled upon the in-progress painting of buffered bike lanes on Dumbarton Road during today’s ride, I started wondering about what Henrico County has going on with bike infrastructure. Like so many American localities, Henrico’s bike lanes are a disjointed, often ponderous collection of paths, two-way cycle tracks, and paint-as-infrastructure. But I ride around the greater Richmond metro area a lot, and so I see the progress—such as it is—as it happens.
Well I finally did the sensible thing and hit the ol' web search, and found Henrico County’s bike page. They have links to their current map of bike infrastructure and a draft bike plan map. The current map says it was updated in May 2025, but I’ve already seen a few areas with new lanes and cycle tracks from the draft plan map. The draft plan is ambitious, and the county page on bike infrastructure doesn’t really indicate what’s in progress or actually approved to move forward, but I’m happy to see these projects as they are implemented. For now, you can check their projects page. It includes all DPW projects, even the car-centric stuff, but you can see bike and pedestrian work on there.
Nice new bike lanes (paint only, so far) in Henrico on either side of Dumbarton Road from Brook all the way to Byrdhill. It would be pretty great if the city continued this on Azalea all the way east to the racetrack.
Shakedown ride on the resurrected Space Horse is a ding dang treat.
So, uh…new Strong Bad Email for the first time in years!?
This is my first Thanksgiving at home since 2021 and most of the food will be kinda simple/standard: mashed potatoes, cranberry jelly, cornbread stuffing, roasted Brussels sprouts, turkey gravy. The kids wanted couscous so I’ll make that with some of the turkey stock. But the turkey itself? I’m trying a confit using almost entirely chicken fat. It’s already been in the fridge for a while, and on the holiday I’ll extract it from the fat and crisp it up under the broiler. This isn’t my first time cooking with this method, but the first time with turkey for sure. I’m sure I didn’t invent this and it could all be a bust, but I’m excited to see how it turns out.
I never liked them when the downtown Lowe’s first got them, but I seriously hate the proliferation of these telescopic security camera stands with flashing, blue, fake cop lights. I see them all over the place in Richmond these days, from construction sites to parking lots.
Okay package thief, I hope you enjoy your ill-gotten aerosol cans of brake cleaner and Boshield T-9 rust protector.
My mother-in-law lives in Wilmington, NC. Well, outside Wilmington in a suburb called Leland. It’s nothing but freshly expanding exurban sprawl with stroads and isolated subdivision neighborhoods spreading into formerly rural wetlands. In the roughly 15 years that she’s lived here I had mostly written off this town as not having much of an interesting coffee scene. But now as her time in the region draws to a close, I have coffee on my face.
Many years ago we stumbled upon Bespoke on Princess Street downtown. They served Counter Culture at the time (but switched to Black and White eventually) and provided the sort of coffee bar experience I enjoy. I think there were a couple of other places in town that weren’t Port City Java (regional Starbucks wannabe) but were more of a “place to get breakfast and coffee with it” than a place for fussy coffee dorks like me. I’m sure I’ve missed some things, but Bespoke was close enough to Leland that it was easy for us to pop over there when visiting my mother-in-law. So I just sort of grew comfortable with what we knew and stopped looking.
We’re almost done with a weekend in North Carolina for my mother-in-law’s birthday, and yesterday morning we went to Bespoke. Some time in the past year they changed ownership and, while they still have a full coffee bar, the concept has dramatically shifted. The interior is more of a dark cocktail bar, and the vibe on a Saturday morning is off. I still had good espresso and the pastries they have now are a markéd improvement (from a new-ish place called Pie Slayer that seems awesome), but the shift in atmosphere shocked me out of my stupor and got me looking again.
Well it seems like there’s plenty of good coffee to be had around town now, and I need only have looked. Years ago. There’s a place called Maven that roasts specialty coffee in town, but I ran out of time to check them out. And this morning I drove way out to Ogden (30 minutes from Leland) to Casa Blanca since they were open on Sunday, and they just flat-out rule. Solid espresso and cortado, and really nice pour over on my way out. I bought a bag of beans to take back up to Richmond.
I suppose the lesson for me—which I should have learned already when I was shocked out of complacency in Richmond this year!—is to always keep an eye out for what’s going on in a town’s coffee scene. I like to be a good regular customer at places I enjoy, but I still like checking out new joints when they arrive. I’m sure I’ll have to re-learn the same lesson in the future!
Always a little upsetting when I watch cycling videos from people in Germany, New Zealand, Malaysia, Japan, etc. and they’re all complaining about the same things I do with drivers and bike lanes and what-not. It can be especially bad in the US, but it’s bad everywhere.
Sitting two rooms away from my mother-in-law at her house, slowly developing an eye twitch as I hear the absolutely alarming bullshit blaring from Fox News on the television.
Parents (me included) love introducing their children to favorite media. My wife and I showed our first born Star Wars movies perhaps a bit too early. Between both of our kids we’re at various stages of introducing The Simpsons, superhero movies, Clueless, etc. I’m pretty sure we’ll start watching Gilmore Girls with the middle schooler in the near future, while my son—more tolerant of frightening stuff—has started enjoying MonsterVerse movies.
But at some point this past year our daughter introduced us to something new: Mummy Joe, by way of a li’l green undead fella named Zobny. Our entire family still loves this video, and we eagerly check out every new one that comes out. Sometimes it’s a baby reading your horoscope or a poor, confused skellyton. We even enjoy digging through the back catalog, learning about Deathface the Horsey, weewee, or the full Kid Vampire saga.
But there’s one video that, while maintaining the general goofy nature of Mummy Joe, hits a bit emotionally harder. And that’s about Blorgween:
This video has all the Mummy Joe hallmarks: silly mispronunciations/spellings, tight and cohesive storytelling, and bit of realness wrapped up in absurd humor. But it also digs deep on the feelings of fading childhood and the loss of innocence that comes along with acquiring knowledge and maturity. That sounds pretty “exitenshal” I guess, but it’s neatly presented with the right mix of humor and melancholy.
I fear I’ve started down a dark path…I just purchased my first bike component from eBay (a Shimano 600 Arabesque front derailleur).
After a year since his last video Eric Marth returns with a gorgeous and clever resto-mod of this early 70’s Raleigh.
Today is my wife’s birthday! Happy birthday Valerie!!!
I’ve lived in Richmond since 1999, but only in the past 7-ish years have we started to see some decent bagel shops opening around town. I’m a Jersey-born bagel lover who’s had my fair share of tasty dough rings around the tristate area. I’m not an expert, but those are my bona fides. Here’s my current Richmond, VA bagel rankings, highest to lowest (not for fidelity, but rather just how good they are for texture, plain flavor, etc.):
“Would you…like…an atom bomb?”
I don’t know how long this show will stay this good, but when the entire supporting cast is great (in addition to Seehorn of course) I’ll keep enjoying the ride.
Yes, yes, I’m sorry. I’ve allowed my 9YO to become a fan of The Smiths. He’ll be more insufferable than his old man in no time, I’m sure.
You know I watch too much niche bike YouTube when my son says something like, “this guy makes Dangerous Dave look like Probably Riding” 🤪
I spent the first 28 miles of my ride thinking my bottom bracket was clicking; the rhythmic sound matched the frequency of my pedaling and stopped when I coasted. It was only after I climbed back on from my final stop that I realized my keys were clicking my my vest pocket 🙃
The Smokey Mug currently has a pastry they call a “brookie”—your sort of typical brownie batter with cookie dough baked on top, or vice versa—but with a critical twist: this one has a layer of Rice Krispy treat on top of all that. It’s, uh, well, I guess I have plenty of sugar for my ride :-P
I think a lot of Jansen’s strandbeest videos recycle old imagery while incorporating his latest work, but I always love watching them; he may be one of my favorite contemporary artists. Here’s the latest, and it’s scored by “Adagio” from Spartacus Suite No. 2 by Khachaturian. It’s magnificent as ever, though the video cuts off oddly at the end.
When the time comes, which paper’s Trump obituary will headline with “WE GOT HIM THIS TIME”?
I hopped in the car this evening to take my kid to gymnastics team practice only to see the tire pressure indicator on the dashboard. I ran around the car quickly to make sure nothing looked obviously bad or worse relative to the rest of the tires, and jumped back in because of the time. After dropping off the tween at the gym I drove around to 4 Wawas (they have free-to-use air pumps) but struck out at each because of either broken pumps or long lines of cars. I headed home in frustration, hoping I could sort this out with the barely-powerful-enough battery pump I had at the house.
It took well over 5 minutes to get my front driver’s side tire from 24 to 30 PSI (all 4 of my tires have a recommended cold inflation pressure of 30 PSI), then the battery indicated it was low. Not great, Bob! So I charged it while I ate dinner, hoping I had enough time to inflate/charge/repeat on the other 3 before returning to the gym for pickup. But then!
I have a rather specialized floor pump for my bikes: the Topeak “JoeBlow Sport 2Stage”. This pump can operate like most floor pumps at high pressure or, with a flick of a lever, use twin air chambers to deliver nearly triple the volume of air per stroke up to around 30 PSI. This is super useful for low-pressure gravel and mountain bike tires set up to tubeless, like my main bike. But 30 PSI? High volume? Car?
I took the battery pump outside again along with the floor pump and set up the battery dude on the front passenger tire. It also needed to go from 24 to 30 PSI, so I let it run while I hooked up the floor pump to the rear driver’s side tire. The dial read around 22-24. Well, reader, I got that tire up to 30 PSI in about 2 minutes while the battery pump was still whirring. So I took it off and finished up (along with the rear passenger tire) with the floor pump!
Would I want to use a hand pump all the time? Nope! But it sure is nice to know that a modern, high-volume bicycle pump is plenty capable of making up a 20% pressure deficit in my car tires.