Mysterious Clicking Equals Irate Husband!

Yesterday was a 31.7 mile ride ultimately, spaced out between a 9 hour work day.  Unfortunately, the day started with a definite clickety-clickety-clickety-click each time my husband and I pressed down on our pedals.  His was much more pronounced, more of a clickety-click-click every press, while mine was a more sedate click—click—click.

After an hour of riding, my poor husband was just about ready to pull out his hair, or ride out into traffic.  I, on the other hand, barely noticed my clicking and just pretty much ignored it, as I tend to do throughout my life.

So, today we left work early to make it up to Harlan’s Bike & Tour, the shop where we bought our Raleigh Misceo 2.0’s, and the place we figured would know how to get us fixed up.

Fast forward an hour of waiting in the shop (Which I was grateful for, after a 75 foot elevation change in less than a mile in 90 degree heat), chain lubed, tightened, rear bracket checked, you name it.  Then, the Magician Mechanic (he called himself a Master Mechanic, I think Magician was more suited) found the problem…

Yes, that’s right.  It’s the pedal.  Or more specifically, the little reflective panels on the front and back of the panel, which were vibrating against the pedal itself.  So, the magician mechanic (as he will forever be known to me) took his trusty screwdriver, popped off the pieces and the clicking is gone!  The silence of the ride is now only broken by the methodic swish-swish-swish of the tires cruising along the pavement, the occasional clicken-clicken-clicken-clicken as the pedals are pedaled backwards, and the kuh-thunk of the gears shifting.

Of course, my reflectors are now gone, so I feel like a total badass as I ride down the street sans reflective plastic chunks.  But hey, sometimes you just have to learn to live on the edge.



Sometimes You Just Have To Take The Long Way…


This morning was a “long way” kind of a morning.   The fog was so thick I could not see across the river, I had to remove my sunglasses because water was beading up on them so heavily, and I watched while drops of moisture dropped down my helmet.  I rode with my husband and one of our coworkers, meeting up just outside of our neighborhood on the Sioux Falls area Bike Trail at 8:10AM and rode 16 1/2 miles around the Northern trek of the trails.  At times, my cadence was perfectly timed with my heart rate and respiratory rate, peddle peddle peddle-breathe….peddle peddle peddle-breathe… with the mist sinking into my skin, keeping me cool even as my muscles warmed up. I rode up a hill steep enough to give me time to reconsider taking it at least twice, through a group of geese socializing on the middle of the trail, and into the parking lot at work by 9:25AM.  My helmet was soaked, as were my gloves and hoodie, but it was an exhilarating ride.

Every time I ride my bicycle, I am amazed at how far I can go.  Now, no matter how tired I am or how long of a day I’ve had, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I can ride either way home successfully, or either way to work and know I will make it there, eventually.

Today I will ride at least 20 miles total, as the shortest route home is still 7.3 miles, and burn at a minimum 700 calories.  My heart may not agree with the decisions I make while I’m climbing the numerous hills on my way to or from work, but it beats with elation when I manage to make it to my destination.

Sometimes, it pays to take the long way.


It’s just like riding a bike…

So, after a week of no riding, I was able to get back onto the trails today and ride to work.  Even though I could tell it had been a week, I was feeling pretty good.  The temperature was a temperate 60 degrees with a light breeze, really, I couldn’t ask for more.

a summer bike ride from Raffaella Loro on Vimeo.

Divine Intervention…

So, I had a full week and a half of epic bicycle riding, including riding our entire trail system one day (22 miles round trip) and lots of quick trips here and there.   And then it started to rain.  Let me clarify, the skies opened up and we had torrential downpours, severe thunderstorms and flash flooding.  The rain started last week on Wednesday (we rode Tuesday) and won’t be completely gone until this upcoming weekend.  That’s right, a solid 10 days of a 30% or higher chance of rain every single day.


Now, I would LOVE to say I’m one of those people who can ride in the rain and NOT get wet.  I’m not.

Me in the Rain

No, I’m one of the people who is instantly waterlogged and invariably get soaked, muddy and end up looking like a drowned sewer rat basically.  Now, fast forward to Friday, my husband is getting sicker by the day, and I’m right behind him.  By Saturday I was laid out , sicker than a dog , sleeping 12-16 hours in the day.  And then there is this week.

I know, it’s ridiculous right?  If nothing else, I was able to ride for a bit yesterday, at least as far as the 3rd flooded area of the bike trails were concerned.

Maybe I should look at this like divine intervention, because lord knows, worse things could happen than losing a day of riding!



Reading and Riding and Rythmatic!


OK, we all really know that it’s reading, writing and arithmetic, but don’ t be a hater!  I’m reading “Ride your way Lean, the Ultimate Plan for Burning Fat and Getting Fit on a Bike” .  This book is exactly how it sounds.  It focuses on the facts about how calories are burned, how bicycling factors into the equation, and what you can do to utilize this to help lose some weight.

Here are some fun numbers:

600 – This is how many calories I burn every day when I simply commute to work on our local bike trails (give or take, some days it gets closer to 700-800 calories if I ride harder)

2 – The number of years I will live longer if I bicycle to work every day at a moderate pace (the average is about 4 if it’s vigorous)

70 – This is how many minutes I spend total on my bicycle on those days

16 – The average number of people I see on my way to work on the bike trails

0 – The number of people I see with a frown or upset appearance on my way to work via the bike trails

3 – The gallons of gas that I save each week riding a bicycle instead of driving to work (roughly $10-$12/week)

15 – The number of miles I save on my leased car every day I ride a bicycle instead of driving the car

75 – The number of miles I save on my leased car each week I ride a bicycle every day instead of driving the car.


4 – That’s the highest I seem to be able to count when counting my “cadence” or pace, it’s always 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, I blame it on years of metronomes and music classes.