Friday, March 04, 2011
A Foul Mood
So I admit I was in a bad mood yesterday when I posted my SCHLACK-POUM piece. Not that it wasn't warranted, but sometimes, well, we are just a little over the edge...See, it's almost spring. I hate winter. It was almost springlike two weeks ago and then it started to rain and we were enveloped in a continual envelope of cold fog. The wood pile is practically finished. We had to buy more fuel oil. I want to bike ride...I have been trying to ride my bike and when I saw the sun yesterday morning, I got excited. Then I saw the weather report and they said the temperature was going to go all the way up to 9...that's celsius....almost 50 farenheit. So I was dead set on biking. After lunch, the sun was beginning to fade, but I intrepidly went out and checked my tires and set off. I decided to go down to Hautefort. It's a 40 kilometer round trip, but the terrain here is far from flat. In the summer, I do it all the time.
The hardest part usually is getting from here to the main road. It's a getting started kind of thing. Up a hill, then down a hill then up a hill to get to Badefols d"Ans. That's a kilometer and a half.
By the time I got to Badefols, the sky was turning grey and a cold wind was kicking in from the North. Intrepidly, Microdot pedaled on.
To get to Hautefort, you take a road which is basically straight down hill, in various grades with a few stages. Fine...I headed down hill, thinking at the time...Gee Garsh, It's been months since I attempted any kind of biking this strenuous, I got to go back uphill when I get down there.
No matter, the intrepid Microdot pedaled on...I got to Hautefort and continued stupidly in a downhill direction to the Coop Agricole, where I wanted to buy some stupid washers to repair a leaky faucet.
Meanwhile, the sky had gone to solid grey, the temperature had dropped and the fog had returned.
So, reality set in. I had to ride back up the hill 10 kilometers and I was already kind of whacked.....
The intrepid Microdot started to pedal...up the hill from the Coop...about 1 and 1/2 kilometers to Hautefort, then onwards...in my lowest fucking gear!!!! I was doing it and getting the strange kind of high you get when you are engaging in a life threatening experience....
Then I got to a level place, Boslavie, where I could actually see Badefols across the hills and valleys. I was almost all the way up the hill! I felt the adrenaline! Then my back tire popped.
I had run over some kind of double pointed brad and had to shakily find my tool kit, remove the tire, take it off the rim and try to find the puncture. At this point, I realized my feet were freezing.
It took a while, but I patched the tire, put it back on the rim and and felt an over whelming fatigue as I looked at the remaining 3 fog enshrouded kilometers I had to go just to get up to the road to Badefols.
I did it and then I was back on the road to La Sechere and back in the warm house.
I didn't die, I didn't even catch a cold and today I didn't even ache...but last night?
I WAS PISSED!
(The first video is a view from the road where I start the descent to Hautefort, you can see the Chateau.
The second is a view from La Boslavie, where my tire blew out. It's nice and green in the videos, it wasn't at all yesterday.....for further reference, the big white chateau is Hautefort, the cute little grey one is Badefols d'Ans)