I’m probably one of the few people who can honestly claim that they fell off a bike trainer.
Keep in mind that, when riding on a bike trainer, the bike is locked in place on the trainer and it can’t move.
Nonetheless, I managed to fall off my trainer. Well, more like catapulted off.
This happened quite a while ago … I was using the Zwift training software with my Kinetic Road Machine dumb trainer (not dumb as in bad, just not a smart trainer).
So Ginny and I are making dinner a few minutes ago … just some pasta with a simple sauce.
I’m adding some tomato paste to the sauce … I put in about half the can, and ask Ginny “Should I just use the whole can, if we don’t the rest will just go to waste” … to which Ginny responded, “Sure, it can’t hurt”.
Oh, how wrong she was … as I flicked the spoon full of tomato paste into the sauce pan, a big dolop of very hot pasta sauce splashed out of the pan … landing on my wrist and arm.
My friend Steve showed me this picture today … at first I thought it was simply a ugly phone wiring job that he found at clients site.
Turns out it’s actually an ETHERNET connection … that’s currently carrying a gigabit signal. Apparently it’s been working fine for the past 5 years.
When Steve saw it … he shrieked out loud.
Suffice it to say, Steve is going to replace that ‘connection’ with proper CAT6 next week.
I just washed a pair of pants with some lip balm in the pocket … the washing didn’t cause any problems, but drying caused the lip balm to melt … and stain just about everything that was light in color in the load.
I’m not sure how I’m going to get the stuff out … or if it’s even possible. Maybe “Shout” will get it out (I made a rhyme, just in time).