The carpet must be worn through in a circle around the room.
Not to mention the beating my knees took bumping into the walls.
The carpet must be worn through in a circle around the room.
I have a nice recumbent bike less than ten feet from me right now. I’ve been on it maybe six times in the 8 years I’ve owned it.
Motivation is scarce around here.
Speaking of Michael Schenker.
I shared a joint with him outside of The Music Box in ‘76-‘77. He was still with UFO at the time.
I'm thinking of mounting a snack tray to mine.
I’ve considered making the power to the TV hinge on whether the pedals are turning or not.
@Strings did you bike the 6 miles on the $10 scale?
I remember as a kid of 8 or 9 I guess, going to a science museum.
They had an exercise bike hooked up to a generator and in front of you was a tower with different electronic stuff in it. At the bottom maybe a nightlight, then a regular light bulb, then maybe a little clock radio or a couple other things and at the top was a small TV.
You had to pedal at near superhuman speed to make the TV come on and there was no way you were keeping that up for any length of time at all.
Maybe with more modern/efficient TV's that don't run on vacuum tubes and the gearing from a mountain bike you could make it work long enough to watch a half hour show before you fell out.
Somewhere in the middle of the tower was a fan. You're gonna want a fan.
I have magnetic reluctance to excercise.*Reluctance
I prefer to have inductance. It could induce me to sleep right now - and yes, I'm at work.
Maybe a quick 5 minutes of Quake II to clear the brain.
No. Just regular, single player, medium level. OTherwise I would feel self conscious about the sound coming from my keyboard(semi-tactile/clicky). It does NOT sound like normal typing. Unless someone is typing:are you doing MP DEATHMATCH???
9 out of 10 store security guards. Still never caught me - I had mastered "nothing up my sleeve".Who would suspect, Eddie?
Of anything.
I thought that said masterbated instead of mastered. Lordy.9 out of 10 store security guards. Still never caught me - I had mastered "nothing up my sleeve".