I was putting Zeb (4 years now) to bed the other night. I give him a hug and a kiss and then the following conversation started:
- Zeb: Daddy, you have to shave. You have a rough skin.
- Me: No…. I am saving for a beard.
- Zeb: Why ?
- Me: You know how all kings have a beard ?
- Zeb: Yes, but why do you want to be a king ?
- Me: So I will be king of our house and I can decide over all of you.
- Zeb: OK, daddy, you can be king.
- Me: You think it’s OK ??!!
- Zeb: Yes, because I will be the Prime Minister then. Kings these days don’t really decide anything anymore.
If that car gets stolen…..
Back in Belgium….. in the queue as usual:
Our first and only problem on the ride (N. lost his pedal) but a helping hand was always nearby:
The worst bit of “road” I have ever biked…. I wouldn’t even dare with a MTB. The famous “Trouée d’Arenberg”:
The last section of grade 5 (Carrefour de l’Arbre) is finished !!!! And almost at the finish as well:
Still very cold out there. Iced up sea water…. Do I need to say more ?
Paris – Roubaix is coming closer and closer. So after a week sick in bed and off the bike, I am trying to get all I can to do some hours and distance on the bike.
Yesterday evening was a nice ride with the sun setting. Luckily I got home just after, because when the sun goes down, so does the temperature. And quicker than you might think.
We’ve been there in the last couple of weeks. I looked like this last week. Now it’s the little man’s turn. Hope this will be over soon. And we get some sunny warmer weather. That would solve all of this…
Waiting for his turn on the iPad. A very common sight these last couple of weeks. Talking with other parents about this and it seems to be a very common problem. We blame the winter on it….
We had some decent weather the last couple of days. And that means the temperatures were just above 0°C. But last night, mother Nature decided something else again. This is how it looked like this morning on the bike. All white again.
Ice everywhere. And even when riding with studded tires, one can still fall over and hit the ground.
Remark: frozen ground is harder.
More than words can explain. Linda said I looked more like an artic explorer than a cyclist. And I find that a very nice complement (hence I’m so happy in the picture).
But I do think I have found the limits for biking. Temperature wise at least. -16°C it was, and some wind and my biking speed on top of that and you get a windchill of around -25°C. A bit too much in my opinion. I found it hard work. The MTB and the studded tires make it go easy on snow and ice, but that temperature makes it hard to move.
Move too fast and it feels way too cold and you think you will never warm up. Too slow and you think you will never get home and freeze to death on the way home. Maybe even eaten by that wolf that sneaks around in the area. Notice that some dots are too close to my biking routes (I can hear some of you think that I might be the wolf ??!!).
But then again, today was a day off, so I probably jump on the bike again tomorrow anyway. Like all Belgians, we do love our bike-and-bad-weather combo.
Freaks me out. Spiders are not my friends. Never will be. Ever….. Never. Ever.
More archive stuff. This one from one of my favorite places in town. Universeum. The only problem is that when I have time to go there (school is closed, …) half the city is there as well.
And…. the more I look around in the archives, the more I find that I want to post. That happens when my focus shifted…..(did way more work at home in the evenings then ever).