My Thanksgiving weekend started out as an innocent beer binge at the Chapter House (watch out for malware, their webmaster sucks ass). The next three days were spent in a dizzying haze of fine spirits and even finer food. Nineteen pounds of Rugelach and forty-five thousand calories later I arrived home feeling terribly fat and praying for a satisfying BM.Since Sunday I've spent about 100 minutes on my new-used Minoura Mag Rollers that I scored off C-list for a cool seventy five bucks. I think that's a little high, considering that I can get the same thing brand new for 125 plus shipping. I did, however, convince the seller to deliver directly to my front door.
There are lots of good youtube videos showing exactly how to ride these types of things and all of them make it look pretty easy. The basic beginners technique is to start off near a wall so you have something to hang on to while you try not to break your face open. The first ten minutes or so were pretty tough. I took a couple of good tumbles onto the floor (and almost kicked a hole in my kitchen wall), but I picked up on it after a while and can now ride without hanging on to the door frame.
Unfortunately, I still have my mountain tires on, making the rollers sounds like a 120dB jet engine. I'm going to try to find some smooth tires until I can get my Fuji Gran Tourer back together. In the mean time, I'll just sip on my low sodium V8 and loudly grind the Thanskgiving out of my upper thighs.
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