Bang bang, pedal pedal

I think my routes to work are finally rideable again, but how would I know? I have two nights in a row of trail-related meetings, and riding to them isn’t practical this week so I’m a prisoner of my car. Then again, the temperature this morning was -14, so I wasn’t really complaining about the blast of warm air shooting from my 4-Runner’s dashboard.

After gorging on food for three months, I always make January the start of my annual cycle of shedding some weight and building at least a little bit of fitness. (Not that anyone who rides with me six months from now will be able to tell.) So I’m cranking out hours on the indoor trainer, a great way to catch up on cheesy action/disaster movies.

I’ve never been a movie snob. Yeah, I like something that makes me think, but only when I have an evening to sit down and really watch the flick … er, excuse me, the film.

When I'm on the trainer, I just want to watch a lot of shit get wiped out by natural disasters or blown up by people who carry fancy guns and drive backward while shooting bad guys through their windshields.

Because, let’s be honest, we all pedal a little faster during chase scenes.