Traveling by bike

One of my favorite bike quotes came from Ernest Hemingway, and goes like this:

It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.

This is true, and I can honestly remember most of my epic climbs and blistering downhills.  This last weekend along the coast I had plenty of both. But today, on the first day back at work, I had time to reflect on the rides of the last week, and, I find this quote lacking a bit…. Continue reading “Traveling by bike”

A Bridge has 2 sides!

After entirely too long, Michelle and I started our vacation yesterday!  On the way down to Portland, she pointed out that the last time we had had more than just a long weekend was back in August when we went to Santa Rosa.

Folks that is just TOO long a time between breaks.  Luckily, my buddy Joe provided the reason for this one…. Continue reading “A Bridge has 2 sides!”

There was once a song!

My kid brother reminded me of a song, from the 70s I believe, that has this chorus:

You don’t tug on Superman’s cape
You don’t spit in the wind
You don’t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger and

And here is where I added my own verse

You don’t waste a sunny weekend in November!

Ok, ok it doesn’t rhyme, but it fits for this weekend… Continue reading “There was once a song!”

Cycling Zen

Speaking as a cyclist, I think I can truthfully say we are a different breed.  I can see some of you nodding at this and thinking “No kidding pal!! Y’all pedal 100s of miles. climb hills that mountain goats think twice about and will ride for 15 hours straight if you have to.  Y’all are nuts!”

While all of this is true, I think of this as normal, I am talking about other things… Continue reading “Cycling Zen”

Badly needed maintenance

I know I have mentioned my car is previous posts here.  It’s a 1997 Ford Escort Station Wagon.

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I bought it brand new and it now has 304.000 (no typo) miles on it.  This thing has taken me to the mountains, the ocean and everywhere in between.  Only 3 windows work, the rear defroster is shot, and I need a flashlight to see how fast I am going at night.

Continue reading “Badly needed maintenance”

Thanks Mom!!

I’ve had a lot of fun with this blog since I started about 5 months ago.  I’ve shared a lot of old stories, new experiences, opinions and some of my favorite photos.  I also, so I’ve been told, caused additional gray hairs to appear on my very young-looking mom’s head!  Some of the stories I share about the adventures I have had over the years, she has not heard before.  Or if she had, not in that detail.  Sorry Mom!

However, this week I learned that I owe her a big thank you!  (Ok to be honest, I am sure I, just like almost everyone out there, owe mom a helluva lot more than just one thank you.  But this is the most recent reason I do! )

Mom reads my post every day when she brings up Facebook. Yep my kids have a cool grandma.  Not only does she do Facebook, she has a smart phone, AND knows how to text!  Hell her phone is better than mine!

Sorry I digressed.  Mom reads my blog every day.  She read the one titled “Two-Wheeled Time Machine” in which I talked about how young you feel every time you ride a bike.  She sent me a message on Facebook telling me a story.  In short, her mom, my grandma (we called her Granny) never  let my mom have a bike.  She and her sisters had trikes, but when they outgrew them, that was it.  Granny was afraid with a bike, mom and her sisters would ride in the road and that was dangerous.  So no bikes.

No one messed with Granny!  I thought she was scary even when I was in my 30s.  Once I was building a deck at my house.  Granny was over visiting, sitting in the living room.  I smacked my thumb HARD with a hammer, and dropped an F-bomb that echoed off the neighbor’s house.  From inside, in a quiet icy voice, I heard “I heard that young man!”  “Sorry Granny….”  (no lie I felt like I was 5 and was honestly worried about having my mouth washed out with soap! Good thing I knew I could outrun her!)

So how does this equate to a thank you to my mom?  Well, when I got my first bike, with the training wheels, we lived very close to Granny.  My dad was away in Vietnam at the time, and Granny was at our house pretty often.  This means, my mom agreed to the bike, knowing Granny would probably find out and disapprove. Risking the wrath of Granny!   It would have been very easy for her to say “Nope, it’s dangerous, my mom always said so!”  And had she done so, 10,000 miles of experience, and an untold number of kid adventures never would have happened.

So, I know that I have become more worrisome to my mom in my adult years than I ever was as a kid (I was pretty damn boring actually), with my climbing, hiking and now riding.  But mom, I very much appreciate you NOT perpetuating the “NO BIKES IN OUR FAMILY” rule.  Riding the bike was one of my greatest pleasures and favorite things to do  growing up, and it still is.

THANKS MOM!!  and thank you for being one of my biggest blog fans!