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So I rode my bike in the middle of February.
It was awesome. I Filled the tires with the compressor and set out from my house i guess a little after 3. I rode 10 miles, did some hard climbing, hit 34.7 mph on a downhill against a damned stiff wind otherwise I could have broken the speed limit. Rode for about two hours, much of it either climbing or against a hard wind. So I definitely got a vigorous work out.
Here I am ready to go.
Wait. let me look at the camera for you:
First I headed into the Twin Towers district and cut over to Xenia I should have taken a picture of St. Mary's but I didn't. Maybe next time I'll remember. I rode over the freeway into St Anne's Hill on Boltin. Just as I landed on the other side the US 35 freeway, I came to this cute little row of little tin roofed shotgun houses. I decided I needed to get a picture of them.
As always you can click on these to see them full size.
Row of tin roofs on Boltin in St. Anne's Historic District
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cheapcarnival
I used to live in this little house here. It's invisible now. Completely. The other two houses that stood here at least the front steps remain walking up into the parking lot they made for their backwards little private church.
Just across the intersection, I used to occasionally shoot pool and drink black russians here at Berties Bar. Often with Bertie, that harmless old letcher. It was a neat triangular building with the door on the corner. Now it's just a vacant lot without even the courtesy of a little playground or anything. Green space *snort*. I want Berties to be there where it belongs.
A little before that, when I was still pregnant, I lived in this house. Now at the time it was in rather better shape than this. The house itself, once a single family home was separated into something like 5 tiny apartments. Two rooms usually a living room with kitchenette, and a bedroom.
I lived in two different apartments in this building. Here's a shot of it from the back parking lot. I started out in the front upper apartment, but when my neighbors moved out, I moved into their apartment because that back upper apartment had an enclosed balcony room, sort of like a sun room. It ended up mostly stuffed with storage gear though. They've enclosed it more since then I see.
This is just across the intersection diagonally from that house above. It used to be called "Big-O Auto Sales" if you can believe that. It should have been called "Sleaze-O Auto Sales" though.
After I got done taking pictures of these three places which were within a couple of blocks of each other, I rode on up 5th to Burkhardt. There's a wedge lot there.
I ate ice cream here in 1985. Often. If you can't read it the sign on the window says "Not for rent or leace". Below that on the bottom window, it says "Opening Soon". Wow they are going to have their work cut out for them if they are serious, but it would be nice to have a little ice cream shop there on the corner again.
I conceived of having acheapcarnival here in December of 1988. This little house is a double shotgun. We had no fridge, so we just put our perishables on the back porch and I brought home ice from work for Rick's pop and stuff. (I did not need ice, as I was capable of drinking pop without it.) It was on the market a few years ago, listed as a two story. Sure it looks like it would have a nice big attic, but my side didn't have any walk up, and if the other side does, I don't know how they'd call it two stories. there are no windows up there at all.
So after looking at the house ofcheapcarnival's conception, which she is of course mortified every time I mention to her that is where the house is) I cut over to Woodley for a little climbing. I don't think I remembered to take a picture of it before I climbed up it. *checks phone* nope. First one I thought to take was after I got to the top.
I climbed up here from down there.
From down there. No stops no criss-cross no walky. Rode straight up, on my saddle the whole way.
...Sort of slowly! Haha!
From the top there, I headed down Smithville (which was southbound, but uphill.) against a damned strong headwind, so I was climbing AND had the wind in my face hardcore. Amazingly none of the cars were assholes to me even though it was getting close to rush hour. Nice change of pace that. People often forget that it's my road too.
This is the top of 3rd looking back down into the city. This is where I decided to go back down. My caption on this text was: "Going back down here. I'll tell you if I break the speed limit when I get down."
Not quite. Had pretty strong head winds inhos down. Only needed .4 to risk a ticket!
The hill on 3rd doesn't look like much from the bottom, I note. The trees block out most of it, and you can't even see the double curve.
I'll be damned. I found Bertie's Bar. #2!
On 3rd. I wonder if Old Bertie is still alive.
This is a church on 5th, but I can't remember the crossroads. This is from the side, on the crossroad. It MAY be Findlay, but I'm not sure. I actually snapped this picture while I was in motion. I'm really amazed it came out so well. I know it was 5th though because that was the way I came back home.
It was starting to get pretty chilly by this time. It was after 5pm, and I was pretty tired and hungry. So I rode back through St. Anne's Hill, down 5th street towards the Oregon district. Since it was rush hour by now, I didn't stop to take any pictures. The traffic was being surprisingly cool with me, and I didn't want to annoy them for their courtesy. I even had a lady at 5th and Wayne wave me to turn left in front of her from where I sat at the midway point to yield, waiting for me even though she had the right of way to turn left. I guess she figured I'd be in the center of the intersection waiting for 50 cars to go by if she didn't let me go. I would have gone when the light turned just like any other vehicle, but it was a nice gesture.
I went on up Wayne. The head wind was super strong this way, and I was barely pulling 8 mph against it. cars were really being cool though. No honking, no obnoxiousness. Very surprising. I usually encounter at least one asshole who thinks I should be on the sidewalk. (which btw is illegal and very VERY dangerous.) As soon as I could turn into South Park, I did. That meant turning on Buckeye which was two or three blocks before I would normally turn. It also meant turning into an even stiffer head wind, but at least it was a little bit of a downhill grade. Remind me not to turn on Buckeye any more though. I should have held out for Hickory, because I ended up having to back track all the way back up from brown about three blocks because there are no connectors before that into the Wayne end of South Park. Oak street does not connect all the way through. There is a park in the center of it that breaks the street in half. So I had to go all the way down to Brown St, and then go up Morton and the double back up Hickory to get enough blocks north to get to my end of Oak. I mean, I could have walked through the park. I probably could have hopped the curb and rode through it, but you know... I wanted to go past Perrine House.
The Plaque says "1880s House Apartments" but most of us who've been here before know this as "The Perrine House which the street is named after. It used to be a bed and breakfast. Now it's little apartments, but it's pretty well kept up. Right now it does need a coat of paint.
I also wanted to take a picture of THIS house on Perrine. I know thatmarynachaotica would love it because it is another example of purple being used on a house. This is in fact a valid historical color for our area. The Hysterical Society is very picky that houses must be painted only with colors that were used an available at the time the house was built. This is a lovely example of one of our fine 100 year old homes in South Park that has been fully restored. That plaque you can see on the house has the street number and the year the house was built (or best guess with a c.) It's awarded to the owner of a restored house once the restoration is complete and the house is 100% to code and historical accuracy. This is one of the Victorian homes I admire every time I drive past it.
This is right around the corner from my house (which was built in 1912 btw). Almost all of these houses were completely or almost completely underwater during the flood in 1913, and you'd never know it looking at most of them now. I hope they mark the flood water heights for us again in 2013 for the 100 year anniversary like they did for the 75 year anniversary. it was really cool seeing how high the water was in different places. The flood control system we put in place after that is studied from all over the world as a real engineering feat.
Anyway, so that was pretty much my ride. I arrived back home at almost exactly 5:30, so I rode for about 2 solid hours.
Here I am ready to go.
Wait. let me look at the camera for you:
First I headed into the Twin Towers district and cut over to Xenia I should have taken a picture of St. Mary's but I didn't. Maybe next time I'll remember. I rode over the freeway into St Anne's Hill on Boltin. Just as I landed on the other side the US 35 freeway, I came to this cute little row of little tin roofed shotgun houses. I decided I needed to get a picture of them.
As always you can click on these to see them full size.
Row of tin roofs on Boltin in St. Anne's Historic District
My good friend D Used to live here when I was still preggers with
cheapcarnival
I used to live in this little house here. It's invisible now. Completely. The other two houses that stood here at least the front steps remain walking up into the parking lot they made for their backwards little private church.
Just across the intersection, I used to occasionally shoot pool and drink black russians here at Berties Bar. Often with Bertie, that harmless old letcher. It was a neat triangular building with the door on the corner. Now it's just a vacant lot without even the courtesy of a little playground or anything. Green space *snort*. I want Berties to be there where it belongs.
A little before that, when I was still pregnant, I lived in this house. Now at the time it was in rather better shape than this. The house itself, once a single family home was separated into something like 5 tiny apartments. Two rooms usually a living room with kitchenette, and a bedroom.
I lived in two different apartments in this building. Here's a shot of it from the back parking lot. I started out in the front upper apartment, but when my neighbors moved out, I moved into their apartment because that back upper apartment had an enclosed balcony room, sort of like a sun room. It ended up mostly stuffed with storage gear though. They've enclosed it more since then I see.
This is just across the intersection diagonally from that house above. It used to be called "Big-O Auto Sales" if you can believe that. It should have been called "Sleaze-O Auto Sales" though.
After I got done taking pictures of these three places which were within a couple of blocks of each other, I rode on up 5th to Burkhardt. There's a wedge lot there.
I ate ice cream here in 1985. Often. If you can't read it the sign on the window says "Not for rent or leace". Below that on the bottom window, it says "Opening Soon". Wow they are going to have their work cut out for them if they are serious, but it would be nice to have a little ice cream shop there on the corner again.
I conceived of having a
cheapcarnival here in December of 1988. This little house is a double shotgun. We had no fridge, so we just put our perishables on the back porch and I brought home ice from work for Rick's pop and stuff. (I did not need ice, as I was capable of drinking pop without it.) It was on the market a few years ago, listed as a two story. Sure it looks like it would have a nice big attic, but my side didn't have any walk up, and if the other side does, I don't know how they'd call it two stories. there are no windows up there at all.So after looking at the house of
cheapcarnival's conception, which she is of course mortified every time I mention to her that is where the house is) I cut over to Woodley for a little climbing. I don't think I remembered to take a picture of it before I climbed up it. *checks phone* nope. First one I thought to take was after I got to the top.
I climbed up here from down there.
From down there. No stops no criss-cross no walky. Rode straight up, on my saddle the whole way.
...Sort of slowly! Haha!
From the top there, I headed down Smithville (which was southbound, but uphill.) against a damned strong headwind, so I was climbing AND had the wind in my face hardcore. Amazingly none of the cars were assholes to me even though it was getting close to rush hour. Nice change of pace that. People often forget that it's my road too.
This is the top of 3rd looking back down into the city. This is where I decided to go back down. My caption on this text was: "Going back down here. I'll tell you if I break the speed limit when I get down."
Not quite. Had pretty strong head winds inhos down. Only needed .4 to risk a ticket!
The hill on 3rd doesn't look like much from the bottom, I note. The trees block out most of it, and you can't even see the double curve.
I'll be damned. I found Bertie's Bar. #2!
On 3rd. I wonder if Old Bertie is still alive.
This is a church on 5th, but I can't remember the crossroads. This is from the side, on the crossroad. It MAY be Findlay, but I'm not sure. I actually snapped this picture while I was in motion. I'm really amazed it came out so well. I know it was 5th though because that was the way I came back home.
It was starting to get pretty chilly by this time. It was after 5pm, and I was pretty tired and hungry. So I rode back through St. Anne's Hill, down 5th street towards the Oregon district. Since it was rush hour by now, I didn't stop to take any pictures. The traffic was being surprisingly cool with me, and I didn't want to annoy them for their courtesy. I even had a lady at 5th and Wayne wave me to turn left in front of her from where I sat at the midway point to yield, waiting for me even though she had the right of way to turn left. I guess she figured I'd be in the center of the intersection waiting for 50 cars to go by if she didn't let me go. I would have gone when the light turned just like any other vehicle, but it was a nice gesture.
I went on up Wayne. The head wind was super strong this way, and I was barely pulling 8 mph against it. cars were really being cool though. No honking, no obnoxiousness. Very surprising. I usually encounter at least one asshole who thinks I should be on the sidewalk. (which btw is illegal and very VERY dangerous.) As soon as I could turn into South Park, I did. That meant turning on Buckeye which was two or three blocks before I would normally turn. It also meant turning into an even stiffer head wind, but at least it was a little bit of a downhill grade. Remind me not to turn on Buckeye any more though. I should have held out for Hickory, because I ended up having to back track all the way back up from brown about three blocks because there are no connectors before that into the Wayne end of South Park. Oak street does not connect all the way through. There is a park in the center of it that breaks the street in half. So I had to go all the way down to Brown St, and then go up Morton and the double back up Hickory to get enough blocks north to get to my end of Oak. I mean, I could have walked through the park. I probably could have hopped the curb and rode through it, but you know... I wanted to go past Perrine House.
The Plaque says "1880s House Apartments" but most of us who've been here before know this as "The Perrine House which the street is named after. It used to be a bed and breakfast. Now it's little apartments, but it's pretty well kept up. Right now it does need a coat of paint.
I also wanted to take a picture of THIS house on Perrine. I know that
marynachaotica would love it because it is another example of purple being used on a house. This is in fact a valid historical color for our area. The Hysterical Society is very picky that houses must be painted only with colors that were used an available at the time the house was built. This is a lovely example of one of our fine 100 year old homes in South Park that has been fully restored. That plaque you can see on the house has the street number and the year the house was built (or best guess with a c.) It's awarded to the owner of a restored house once the restoration is complete and the house is 100% to code and historical accuracy. This is one of the Victorian homes I admire every time I drive past it. This is right around the corner from my house (which was built in 1912 btw). Almost all of these houses were completely or almost completely underwater during the flood in 1913, and you'd never know it looking at most of them now. I hope they mark the flood water heights for us again in 2013 for the 100 year anniversary like they did for the 75 year anniversary. it was really cool seeing how high the water was in different places. The flood control system we put in place after that is studied from all over the world as a real engineering feat.
Anyway, so that was pretty much my ride. I arrived back home at almost exactly 5:30, so I rode for about 2 solid hours.
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Umm....cops out there will ticket a bicycler??? OMG!
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*lol* Okay I was starting to think that GEESH the Dayton cops needed to get that corncob out of their butts!