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April 30, 2006:
My brilliant plan to work in today's motorcycle ride had a big flaw. But more on that later. First, know that Sarah made sure we took her on her morning walk. And, at the conclusion of same, she made sure she got her breakfast. Only then were we allowed to have our nourishment.
After a nice, leisurely Sunday breakfast, I suited up to head to the office. In motorcycle gear, that is. I checked the air in the tires and headed out. The ride to the office was uneventful. When I rode up, one of the other lawyers in the building was leaving, so I scooted in as he left.
I thought I could retrieve the email I needed in a few minutes, print it out and be on my way to an enjoyable ride. Sadly, three PDF files did me in. My printer, which is fairly new, does not like to print PDF's. In fact, it often overloads when it receives a print order for a large PDF file. Today was one of those times. And, when it overloads, you have to remove the job from the print que before you can have your printer back. Which is more complicated than it should be. At least for me.
Anyway, I had about forty pages of PDF files to print, and it seemed to take forever. By the time I was done, it was nearing eleven in the morning. I had left at ten, assuring Maria that I wouldn't be more than an hour.
I decided I had to head straight back home. After I got out of the parking lot, that is. You see, the building has an exit gate that is closed until a car drives up to it. Then, a device buried under the pavement detects the metal in the car and opens the gate. Which works great if you are driving a car. But the Rebel is not overburdened with metal. So the reader didn't detect my presence. So the exit gate wouldn't open to let me out. What to do?
I rode around to the entrance gate. I parked the bike, went back inside the building and exited the front door. I then used my entrance card to open the gate, ran to my bike, started it up, and rushed through the gate before it could close. That was the only time on this trip that I had any fast riding.
As I said, I needed to get home right away. Which I did in short order. Like four miles worth of short order. I love working so close to the house, but this morning it meant that my office ride only scored four miles. I now have 11,641 miles on the bike. And the front tire looks like it wobbles more than ever. I can't wait till the tires get here on Tuesday. Stay tuned.
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April 29, 2006:
The extra thirty minutes of sleep I took today cost me my morning ride. Maria was not in favor of an early walk, it being the weekend and all. Sarah voted yes. Being no fool, I voted with Maria. Still, although Sarah didn't get a walk right away, she was firm in her unwillingness to delay breakfast.
So, downstairs we trooped, and out the front door for the newspaper. The rain they had been predicting for last night was just arriving. Not hard yet, but steady. I almost decided to make a post office run so I could get in a ride before the predicted deluge. I was craving champagne for breakfast. Or perhaps an Irish coffee. No ride would mean no alcohol with my eggs.
I checked weather.com on the computer and dark red cells were headed our way. I didn't think I could make it without hitting heavy rain. Or the pavement, given the state of the treads on my tires. So I fed Sarah and settled for a less civilized breakfast.
The rains came with a fury. We got 2.1 inches by my rain gauges. And it was a hard rain. Street flooding was everywhere. I was glad I hadn't tried to sneak in the ride.
The rain was over by a little after ten. Maria and I ran some errands, and when we returned we had lunch. After two meals, I was more than ready to be on two wheels. And the streets were dry. And I had a mission. My mortgage and health insurance payments were due at the end of the month, and I needed to get the payments on their way.
Maria thought the Heights post office had its last Saturday mail pickup at 2:00 p.m. By the time I realized the fix I was in, it was about ten minutes to two. I quickly wrote the checks, suited up and headed for the bike. Two minutes to spare. I might make it, but I might just miss it, and I wouldn't know which was which. So I came up with a plan B that was great.
I would ride to the downtown post office. It has a late pickup on Saturdays, and the long ride would do me good. So that's what I did.
I managed to use back streets, and keep my speed to twenty-five and under. A couple of times, I pulled over to let speed demons pass. Otherwise, the ride was about half an hour, and mostly uneventful. I watched my mirrors a lot, and I also got in some nice thinking time. I even got my bills mailed.
Still, there is not much to report on the trip, other than to emphasize how nice it was to get on the road for an extended period, with no appointments cutting my time short.
I got to take the twisties on White Oak, Houston Avenue, and a long stretch down Washington Avenue. I even rode all the way to Yale, and cruised by the Heights post office just to double check the last pickup there. It was at four. Oh well, I still had a great justification for today's ride. And by the time I got back home I had 11,637 miles on the bike. And I am already working on tomorrow's excuse. Something about going to the office because of a Monday discovery deadline in a case I am working on. Just the thing. See you on the road. And don't forget to think.
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April 28, 2006:
Today was another early day, on top of another late night. I have yet another eight o'clock appointment, so there was no avoiding the 5:30 a.m. buzzer on the alarm.
That suited Sarah just fine. She was more than ready for a walk. Temperatures had warmed up considerably over yesterday morning. Today it was 71 degrees out when we hit the road--on six feet.
We made good time, and while Sarah gobbled down her breakfast, I suited up for a post office run. I am doubly hopeful that longer runs are coming. The eight o'clock appointments should be done, and Stubbs should have my tires by Tuesday.
I called them yesterday in hopes that I could get them installed on Saturday. You will recall that last week they told me they didn't have a matched set of Rebel tires in stock, but that they were ordering some. I assumed they would order Dunlops, like come on the bike. Instead, they ordered Kendas. Nothing against Kendas, but I have not heard of them, and was reluctant to trust my life to an unknown (to me) brand. The Dunlops come in Tuesday.
So, it looks like I am restricted to slow speeds and short trips for this weekend. But releif is coming. It will be good to get in a decent-length ride soon.
Anyway, as I raised the garage door to check the tire pressure, one of my neighbors came over to catch up on what was happening. We had an enjoyable talk, then I checked the air (it was OK) and headed out.
I took a straight run to the post office, haveing expended my spare minutes in conversation. The ride was uneventful, both there and back. The saddle time was refreshing, but all to short.
Another quick two mile run brought the odometer to 11,629, and the clock past 6:30 a.m. Time to run, grab a shower, a quick breakfast and hit the road on four wheels. There is a busy day ahead.
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April 27, 2006:
Yet another eight o'clock appointment.
Yet another 5:30 alarm.
Yet another walk with Sarah.
Not much to report on any of these. While Sarah ate, I suited up. The air in both tires was low. So was the temperature. It was 55 degrees out. That probably accounted for some of the pressure loss. Nonetheless, I brought both tires back to 29 psi. Then, sans winter gear, I took off.
Time was at a premium. So I started the famous post office run. But, for the sake of variety, I took 8th Street to Arlington and sat for a few moments to look for night heron in the heron tree that is on Arlington. I figured the mama's would be sitting on their nests due to the low temperatures.
My theory remains unproven. I saw what might have been a single beak. But, in the dark, and without movement, I could not be sure. Anyway, time was short, and the temperature was cool. Off I went.
As was the case yesterday, the post office parking lot was empty. I got the mail and headed home. The ride back was uneventful. When I got to the driveway I had 11,627 miles on the bike. And a long day ahead.
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April 26, 2006:
Last night I did not sleep soundly. Lightning and rain kept waking me up. It started raining about 9 p.m., but there were long stretches without precipitation. The rain gauge showed .5 inches of rain overnight.
When the alarm sounded at 5:30, I looked out the window. The streets was damp, but no rain was falling. I turned on the TV to see what they predicted. I trust weathermen to usually get it right--so long as they are limited to what will happen in the next hour. Even with that confidence limiting factor, I learned nothing because the regular news was on during the time I watched. I have another eight o'clock appointment, so I decided to not wait for a weather update.
Instead, I put on a rain-proof jacket and a hat and decided to risk it. We could always trun back if heavy showers came. That was ok with Sarah, except for the part about turning back. We headed out. The streets were dry in places, and wet in places. When a strong wind hit, the leaves would move, releasing the accumulated rain. It was sixty degrees, and the wind made it feel even cooler. Made me glad I was wearing a jacket.
No real rain was falling. Sarah was happy to be romping in the ditches, and I was happy to judge the streets dry enough for a morning ride.
When we got back, I fed the girl and suited up. The tire pressure was fine. I had done a careful survey of the condition of the streets, and decided a post office run would be safe enough.
When I turned onto Oxford, I was surprised to see four sets of headlights coming down the street, one right after another. Heavy southbound traffic for just past six o'clock. At least no one was coming up behind me.
I turned left on 10th and made it to the post office without getting tagged. The post office parking lot was empty. Everyone must have been on the streets.
After getting the mail, I headed east on 11th. The intersection for Heights is a double light because of a wide center esplanade. I caught the first light green. A car was stopped, facing me, at the other set of lights. Its left blinker was flashing.
As I approached the second light, the other car started forward, in little baby steps. The driver was a creeper. You know what I mean. He was one of those driver who can't stand to be sitting still. So they inch ever forward, tapping the brakes and the accelerator. This was especially troubling to me because he was turning left. Each time I though I had him figured to the stopped to let me pass, he would inch forward again. I covered the brake lever and the clutch, and dreaded a quick stop on the wet pavement--even at slow speeds.
Fortunately, he did not turn in front of me. But I reminded myself that, when I was driving my car, to stay on the brakes when I stopped. This inching forward behavior does the driver no good, and causes other traffic to be unsure of what the creeper is thinking.
Well, that was all the excitment for this short ride. No slip sliding away, even on the wet roads. When I pulled up to the driveway I had 11,625 miles on the bike, and I was still on schedule. Watch out for those left turners. And don't forget to think.
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April 25, 2006:
Today I decided to get in a fun ride. But first, Sarah got in a fun walk. And a quick breakfast. Meanwhile, I suited up.
The tire pressure was fine. The weather was fine. The morning ride was fine.
I headed north on Oxford to 11th Street. I went east on 11th. I could see dark clouds forming up to the south and east. But the rain was not predicted until this afternoon and night.
I made it all the way to Houston Avenue without getting tagged. Empty streets without stop signs make for philosophic riding. I got in some nice thinking time. The thinking continued as I went south on Houston Avenue. I was looking forward to a slow speed time on the twisties of White Oak.
When I got to the corner of Houston and White Oak, I saw a pickup across the street, facing west on White Oak, the direction I wanted to go. Fortunately, the pickup had its left blinker on. I decided it was safe to pull out ahead of the truck, and try the twisties.
It was safe. From the pickup. But not from the car behind the pickup. A fast traveling car. A car that tagged me just as I got to Morrison.
I was not happy. But I had been tagged, fair and square. So I took the next street north. Which was Beauchamp. I traveled past houses lit up by early risers. I made it all the way back to Pecore, as 11th Street is known in this part of the Heights. I headed west, on the theory that I could get in several blocks of contemplative riding before being tagged. I made it to Studewood when a car came up behind me.
I headed south on Studewood. The car followed. Tagged again. I headed west on 10-1/2 Street, all the way to Oxford. I then turned south toward home.
When I rolled up to the driveway I was on schedule for another eight o'clock appointment, and I had 11,623 miles on my bike. I had had a nice ride, and some good thinking time. I hope all of you can fit in a nice ride. And don't forget to think.
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April 24, 2006:
Today I had an eight o'clock appointment. That meant a quick, early morning ride. Sarah made sure we got started on time. And she made sure her walk wasn't lost in the shuffle.
During our morning stroll, I noticed that it's getting hot and humid in Houston. My sister reported snow in Fort Collins. Channel 11 predicted 53 degrees for the low in Houston on Thursday. That sure didn't seem likely this morning.
Anyway, Sarah's walk was over in normal time, and her breakfast was gobbled down at record speed. I suited up, checked the air, and headed out. I considered riding to Krogers. Sarah is getting short on treats. However, a rapid calculation of the time remaining in my motorcycle allocation revealed that a shorter trip was in order.
I had some bills to mail, and had brought them with me. A post office run seemed to be on tap. When I pulled into the lot, there were four vehicles present--and it wasn't even 6:30 yet! I got the mail and headed back home. I drove by the heron tree, but it was too dark to see any nesters.
When I rode up to the driveway, I had 11,618 miles on the Rebel. That's the usual two miles for a post office run. Way too short to be exciting. But at least I got in a ride. And there's tomorrow to look forward to. Stay tuned.
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April 23, 2006:
Last night I did not set the alarm. And I didn't wake up until 5:31. One extra minute of sound sleep is not what I had in mind. So, making sure Sarah understood the plan, I shut my eyes and fitfully dozed until seven. A reward for a full Saturday. By seven, Sarah let me know I had had reward enough. She got me up and we went for her walk.
When we got back, I fed Sarah, suited up, and checked the air in the tires. I am getting better at fitting the new gauge between the spokes. I added a pound or two of air to each tire, bringing them both up to 29 psi. I then headed out.
My only plan for the morning ride was to have a little fun and put in about ten miles on the odometer. It being Sunday morning, traffic was pretty light. I didn't have the streets entirely to myself, but almost.
I roamed around the nieghborhood, enjoying my two-wheeled thinking time and the morning coolness. I got in some thinking, and I even recalled things I had forgotten to think about.
I had to keep reminding myself to watch my speed because of the questionable tires. I had talked to Stubbs on Tuesday about getting a new set, but they didn't have a matched pair for a Rebel in stock. They said they needed to order a set anyway, and they might have them by Thursday. I got busy on Friday and Saturday (the rose tour went fine) and forgot to call to see if the tires were in. Stubbs is closed on Mondays. I'll call on Tuesday. Maybe I won't have to wait till next weekend to get my highway riding back.
And yes, I got in the ten miles. I now have 11,616 miles on the bike. Stay tuned. And don't forget to think.
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April 22, 2006:
I awoke to the sound of the 5:30 alarm. Sarah was ready to go. Of course, she gets to sleep all day, so why shouldn't she be rested.
We went for her morning walk, followed by her breakfast. While she ate, I suited up. After checking the air in both tires, I headed out.
Today I have another full plate. The garden is on the rose tour, starting at noon. There are always last minute stops to make, and this morning was no exception. Thus, I made a Kroger's run.
The streets were pretty empty. I got in some much needed thinking time. There were few vehicular distractions. Even the dog walkers must have slept in.
In short order, I was back home, having put mile 11,606 on the bike. Time to grab a shower and make one last stop before the visiting hordes descend on the garden. Stay tuned. Tomorrow I plan to put in a longer ride, even though I still have the speed restrictions.
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April 21, 2006:
Last night I didn't get to bed until after 12:30. Lots going on. So, I did not set the alarm. My plan was to sleep (Sarah willing) until 6:30 a.m.
That was not to be. At a little before six, the radio sounded the severe weather alert buzzer. Sarah let me know I should pay attention. But I know she couldn't like what they were saying. A line of thunderstorms was headed for Harris County. The heaviest part was due to hit downtown at around 6:30 a.m.
As if to emphasize the warning, lightning began to flash. Thunder followed. No walk for Sarah. And no ride for me. A sprinkling of light rain hit even before we could get the paper. Sarah did her business in the rain, then rushed in for her breakfast. Rain doesn't stop everything. But it did mean the morning routine of walk and ride would not take place until after work.
After work, I had problems. By the time I got home and got Sarah fed, it was 5:30 p.m. Normally, that would not be a problem. However, our garden is on the rose tour from noon to six tomorrow.
I can't wait. In the meantime, almost every spare minute has been spent on the flowers. Maria and Sarah, of course, get first dibs. Then there's work. And my motorcycle rides. What's left counts as the "spare" minutes. Anyway, I snuck in a quick ride after spreading several last minute bags of mulch.
I made a post office run. There was lots of mail. But, surprisingly, not much traffic.
On the way back, I stopped by the heron tree to Arlington. I spotted a female heron feeding her young, while the male look on. To the left was another mom on a nest. And another dad. In the middle was a nest with a mom. No male though. Maybe heron are polygamous. Or maybe the male was out bringing home the bacon. Or worms. Whatever, I had to move on.
When I pulled up to the driveway, one of the neighborhood boys ran after me and asked if he could rev the throttle. I let him twist the right-hand grip a few times before putting the Rebel away for the day. I now have 11,602 miles on the bike. And I can hear a glass of wine calling my name. In fact, either there is an echo, or it's two glasses calling. Drink safely. And don't foget to think. Even in the non-spare moments.
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April 20, 2006:
Today my first appointment was at nine. So I had time for a nice ride, if I did not tarry in bed. When the alarm sounded at 5:30, Sarah did her part to get me moving. We headed out for her walk, much to her satisfaction.
When we got back, I fed her breakfast and suited up.
Yesterday, as promised, I bought a new tire pressure gauge. This time, I went to Pep Boys auto store. They had a much wider selection of gauges, but nothing that looked ideal. Instead of the piston plunger type gauge I bought earlier this week, I picked a round, needle dial gauge this time. It is manufactured by G.H. Meiser & Co. It is sold under the brand name of "Accu-Gage." They brag about the accuracy of their "full geared, solid brass precision movement with bronze bourdon tube." They say the bourdon tube movement is not affected by temperature, humidity or altitude, like plunger-type gauges are. The gauge looked substantial, and the design inspired confidence.
This morning I used it for the first time. Its main drawback is that the "tube" end fits over the valve stem at a 180 degree angle (i.e., straight on). I like a 45 degree slant better because it's easier to maneuver everything.
In fact, this gauge is a real hassle to use on the Rebel's spoked wheels. The valve stems on the bike stick straight up. They don't lean out at a slight angle like you see on most auto tires. That means the circular dial has to fit between the spokes. It does, but not with any room to spare.
As to accuracy, the gauge gives every impression of being a precision instrument. The needle moves to the same reading on repeated testings. Pushing the pressure release button causes the same needle to fall back to zero with a satisfying thump. I like the gauge, and it will do for now. But I am still in the market for something else.
As to the readings, I went ahead and pumped the tires up to 29 psi, front and back. We'll see.
By the time I finished playing with the tire pressure, it was 6:30 a.m. Time to get on the road.
With no destination in mind, I decided to play tag. I headed north on Oxford to 11th Street. At 11th, I headed east. I got tagged on Julian. I took it south till it ended in a sort of clu-de-sac. My first house was at Cottage and Julian. It's weird that I now live on a cul-de-sac, and my old street has one. I know of only three in the Heights.
Anyway, I took a short street to Watson and started south. I was almost literally tagged by a left turner who started to pull out in front of me as I headed down Watson. I got out of his way, and headed north to Fugate, which I took west to Heights. I went south on Heights and got tagged at 11th. I managed to make it to Beverly and headed home.
About four blocks from the house, the event I had been angling for took place. The odometer rolled over to 11,600. It was a long time coming. Made me want to celebrate. Too bad I was out of time on my schedule. Oh well. Be safe. And don't forget to think.
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April 19, 2006:
Today I have another early morning appointment that requires that I leave the house by seven. Ugh. <>
I got up at five so I could get everything done. Sarah's walk takes half an hour. Sarah's breakfast takes half a minute. That left half an hour for a bike ride.
I suited up and wasted time with the tire gauge. All I trust the new gauge to do is tell me if the tires are flat. Which they weren't. I've had it with this gauge. I intend to make time to stop by another auto store for a new gauge. No excuses. Today. For sure.
Anyway, with a mystery amount of air in the tires, I headed out to play tag. I took the back roads off 6th and ended up on Shepherd. No traffic there. I turned east on 11th and stopped to pick up the mail. No traffic there. I got tagged as I passed Harvard. I turned south on Cortlandt. I went all the way to 4th Street without seeing a pair of headlights. To avoid the feeder road for I-10, I took 4th Street east to Oxford, and Oxford on back toward the house.
I got in five miles of riding, along with some needed thinking time. When I pulled up to the driveway, I had 11,592 miles on the odometer. Slow but steady progress. Be safe. And don't forget to think.
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April 18, 2006:
Before I knew it, the 5:30 alarm was sounding. Sarah was ready to go. I can't say I was eager, but these morning walks (like my morning rides) provide a comfort that comes from an intelligently chosen routine. At least that's what I tell myself when I drag my body out of bed.
Sarah, on the other hand, had no problem getting up. Or going down the street. Or eating her breakfast.
After suiting up, I had more tire pressure issues. The new gauge said the front tire had 20 psi and the back had 22 psi. I added air to the front tire. It brought it to 24 psi--at least as per the new gauge. I left the back tire alone.
Today I have a last-minute morning appointment, and need to leave the house at seven. So a post office run was on the agenda. I made the trip at slow speeds, and without incident. I was back at the house in short order, with plenty of time to grab a shower and head out. I now have 11,587 miles on the bike. And a full day ahead.
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April 17, 2006:
Today I had lots of tasks to do before leaving for work. Not the least of which was Sarah's walk. So, when I got up thirty minutes early, she wasn't upset. In fact, she lost no time in letting me know that her walk should be first on my "to do" list. That was not to be. But, rather earlier than usual, we were headed down the (very dark) street. And, rather earlier than usual, she had her breakfast. Thus it was that I, rather earlier than usual, headed out for my morning ride.
The tire pressure readings are still all over the place. I can't stand the new tire pressure gauge. My old one was almost perfect. I pulled it out today and gave it a look. I noted that it was made in Sheffield (England) by Pneumatic Components Ltd. No wonder I haven't found one in the stores. At one time I owned an MGB convertible (which I still miss), and maybe I got it during my British period.
Anyway, I added some air to the front tyre and headed out. Because I was running ahead of schedule (and because I was sick of two mile post office runs), I just roamed the neighborhood, playing tag. Because it was so early, there was no one to play tag with. I pretty much had the streets to myself.
Still, it was good to get in some saddle time. And a few miles. When I pulled up to the driveway, I had 11,585 miles on the bike. And a long day ahead.
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April 16, 2006:
Today started out like a regular day. Sarah woke up early, but not too early. We went for her morning walk. It was sufficiently early that I let Sarah set the pace and path. I did, however, made sure we passed by the heron tree. Four heron were in residence.
When we returned, I had barely dished out Sarah's food, when I got a call and headed for points south. I did not get back to the house until 10:30 a.m.
I had lots of gardening on the agenda. And a very fluid agenda it was. I decided I'd better get in my bike ride while I had a break in the action. I have been drinking a lot of milk lately, and I was out. I decided to make a run to Krogers for more of the liquid protein. I checked the pressure in the tires (the rear read 23-1/2) and headed out, with my backpack in place.
I made a straight run for Krogers. I bought milk, and nothing else. I made a straight run back home. Exciting, huh.
I racked up the standard four miles. The odometer registered 11,580. The snail's pace continues.
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April 15, 2006:
Yesterday was a busy day. I received salutations and well wishes from lots of regular readers. You know who you are. And thanks to each of you.
I had another late night. I figure I got five hours of sleep on the 14th. That means 19 hours of activity. Not bad. I started the evening by sneaking a jar with cabernet into an establishment where wine is not forbidden, but neither is it encouraged. After a pleasant libation, I ended the evening with a visit to the Half Price Bookstore on Westheimer till it closed (one philospohy book and one best seller) and then the Borders on Alabama till it closed (no books, but a great Bonnie Rideout CD called A Scottish Fiddle Collection).
By the time I got to bed it was well after midnight. I did not set the alarm. However, there was no way I could disable the four-footed alarm. Sarah was happily on time with her announcement that it was 5:30 a.m. Ugh.
I think I can exist indefinitely on six hours of sleep, but reducing it to five is not fun. I firmly told Sarah to relax, and I actually went back to sleep. Not a restful sleep, but one deep enough that Sarah actually woke me back up a little before seven to let me know Mister Sun was calling her. I gave up, and got up, and we went for her walk.
On weekdends we have a different route than on workdays. More free flowing. We ended up on Arlington, at the heron tree. After some study, I counted four heron while I was facing north toward the tree. For fun, I walked past the tree, turned around, and took another count while facing south. I couldn't spot a single heron, even though I knew the general area where they were roosting. Weird. I recalled that the other day, when I was looking for heron while on the motorcycle, I had been facing south. And I hadn't spotted any heron that day either.
We completed Sarah's walk and her breakfast, and I suited up and headed out.
I have more information on the tire pressure gauge. Today, the rear tire read 24-1/2 psi. It read that repeatedly. Yesterday, it read 22 psi. It read that repeatedly. And I had not added air in the meantime. As Alice said, curiouser and curiouser.
My destination for today was Krogers. Sarah needed more yogurt and dog treats, and I wanted some supplies for a hollandaise sauce for Eggs Benedict. I grabbed my packpack and headed out. I took the back roads off 6th Street. Traffic was light. I made it to Krogers without problems.
I got bread, some apples and the yogurt in short order. I also bought a bag of Doritos Fiery Habanero flavored tortilla chips. I had received an email recommending them, so I though I would give them a try. The only problem was that I wasn't sure everything would fit into the backpack. I considered leaving the Doritos for another day, but I finally decided to risk it.
I picked up a jar of Grey Poupon Dijon mustard, a lemon and a tub of Smart Balance spread for the hollandaise sauce, and paid for everything. I tried to fit the purchases into the backpack. Everthing fit except for the Doritos. I stuffed them down the front of my jacket, creating an instant biker beer belly. Suitably attired, I got on the bike and headed out. I figured the Doritos, in addition to giving me a more traditional biker profile, would act as an air bag if the event of a crash.
Fortunately, I did not have to test that theory. Before I knew it, I was back home, with 11,576 miles on the bike. And another full day ahead.
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April 14, 2006:
I have an eight o'clock appointment today. And I had a late night yesterday. So did Sarah. Thus, we both were startled when the 5:30 alarm sounded. But Sarah quickly recovered, and jumped on the bed to make sure I got up. No reason to miss her morning walk.
We had a nice, somnolent walk. At least on my part. Then Sarah had her breakfast.
I suited up and headed for the garage. Yesterday, I broke my tire pressure gauge. Yesterday afternoon I stopped by O'Reily's Auto Parts store and purchased a new one. They only carried gauges manufactured by Camel. I was pretty sure I recalled the brand with fondness from my youth. Seems like that was the company that put out cans for repair of bicycle inner tubes. The cans contained a tube of cement and an assortment of patches. The lid was shiny metal, with "teeth" for roughing up the tube so the patch would stick. Anyway, I decided to risk the big $4.99 and get the gauge. It was the most expensive one they sold.
Back to this morning. I figured the tire pressure had to be around 29 psi. I got out the new gauge and gave the front tire a try. It registered really low. I headed for the back tire. It holds its air much better than the front, so I was pretty sure it has 28 to 29 psi. The new gauge said it had 22 psi. That created a big problem. Either the old gauge was off, or the new one is, or they both are. My new plan is to get another gauge to get a second opinion. I had tested my old gauge against one John uses. If I recall correctly, the readings were within two pounds of each other. Clearly, more investigation is called for. In the meantime, I decided to not add air this morning.
All this took more time to write about than to do.
After dealing with the tire pressure dilemma, I headed for the post office. As I headed north on Oxford, I noticed that fog had descended to the level of the street lamps. No fog had been present when Sarah had taken her stroll. I also noted that my helmet didn't fog this morning. And the mirrors only had a light layer of condensation on them.
When I finished getting the mail, I headed back. I turned south on Arlington to check the heron tree. It was still very dark. There were lots of shapes that could have been heron, but without movement, I couldn't be sure. I left empty-handed. Or, rather, empty-eyed.
When I got back to the driveway, I had a big two miles on the Rebel. I'm now at mile 11,572. And still on schedule for the full day ahead. Be safe. And don't forget to think.
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April 13, 2006:
I have a "floating" appointment today. No, I'm not taking swimming lessons. It's just that the appointment is scheduled for "some time this morning." Tomorrow I have an eight o'clock appointment, so I'll have to make the post office run then. Today, with a little more time, I decided to play "tag" on this morning's ride.
But, before my ride, Sarah demanded her walk. She pawed me awake even before the alarm could sound. And it was barely five! Fortunately, I was well rested. So off we went.
Even though we were walking earlier than usual, lots of cars were out. Sarah, staying in the ditches and on the grass, was unconcerned.
She was, however, soon ready for her breakfast. As she ate, I suited up.
When I went to check the air, the pressure in the front tire was a little over one pound low. I decided to add a couple of pounds. I got the compressed air tank and put in about two seconds worth of air. When I went to check my work, I broke the tire pressure gauge.
How, you may ask, does one break a tire pressure gauge? Well, when I rechecked the air, I saw a little piece of rubber hanging off the part that fits over the valve stem. Rather like a piece of lint, or a loose thread. So, of course, I pulled it.
Sadly, it was part of the seal that makes the pressure gauge work. When I took a new reading, it only registered 23 psi. Repeated uses did not cause the gauge to heal. I've had this gauge for years. It was perfectly designed. I am sad to see it go. And I have not seen one like it in the auto parts stores or at motorcycle shops. Something else for my shopping list. As in today. I don't want to ride on tires whose pressure is unknown. Especially tires that are already suspect. After bidding a fond farewell to the gauge, I headed out.
I decided to play slow motion tag on today's ride. I did have a piece of mail I wanted to get out this morning, so I started for the post office. I was not tagged on the way there. I dropped the letter in the outside mail box and decided to top off the gas tank.
I was tagged in the first block of Yale. I turned east on 10th Street, and then south on Heights. As I came to the stop light for the I-10 feeder road, my Arai face shield fogged up. Arai has a great ventilation system. It keeps the helmet cool in even Houston's hot and humid summers. This was not supposed to happen. I could already hear John calling my name. He is a Shoei man, and a summer fan of three-quarter helmets. I figured I would never hear the end of it.
I wondered if it was a temperature fluke. The outside temperature was 60 degrees. The light turned green. I flipped the visor up and continued on my way. Traffic was heavy on the feeder road. At least I think it was.
I could only see blurry headlights in my mirrors. Yes, the mirros were totally fogged over. My Arai full-face helmet was off the hook. I filled up with gas, used my gloved forefinger to clean the mirrors, and headed east on the feeder.
Now that I could see behind me, I was sure the traffic was heavy. In fact, it was so heavy on the feeder that I was forced to go 35 mph just to keep up with the flow. At the first opportunity, I got off the feeder. I headed north on Studemont. I was pleased to get tagged at White Oak. I turned right, heading east. With luck, I could do the twisties in peace.
I knew no peace. I was tagged within the first block. I headed north for one block. The street ended. I went right, then right again, then left back onto White Oak.
This time, I made the White Oak run without being tagged. At one point I glanced off to my right, toward the White Oak Bayou. It was shrouded in fog. The cause of the face shield problem was made clear (no pun intended). I think the combination of low temperature and high humidity was causing the problem. When I got home, Channel 11 was reporting scattered fog throughout Houston.
I made it down White Oak all the way to Houston Avenue. I turned around and headed back west on White Oak. I got tagged at Beauchanp. I headed north. Beauchamp is a street in transition. There are several beautiful new houses in the area. And, from the house lights, Beauchamp has its share of early risers.
I made it all the way to Woodland before being tagged again. I then headed west. When I got to Studewood, I turned south. Ironically, I got tagged again on 7-1/2 Street. So I headed west to the house.
When I stopped in the driveway I had 11,570 miles on the bike. My face shield fogged again. I flipped the visor up and my glasses also fogged. Egads! Houston weather. See you on the slow streets, fog permitting.
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April 12, 2006:
Today I had an eight o'clock appointment. And, although I thought about getting up at five, I decided to sleep till the alarm went off at 5:30. Fortunately, after slight protest, Sarah agreed. But when the buzzer sounded, she was ready to go. Like a trooper, I rolled out of bed, got dressed, and off we went.
I'm sure Sarah enjoyed the walk more than I did. I know she wasn't ready to have it end. But, on the other hand, her breakfast was calling. We headed home.
While she ate, I suited up. Although Sarah rushed upstairs after gobbling down her food, when she saw that I was putting on my riding gear, she didn't follow me downstairs. I think she knows that when I "transform" myself into "motorcycle man" there is no doggie fun in store. Anyway, I shouted out an "I'll be back" and headed for the garage. She did not bark back her consent.
The tire pressure was fine. I put on my gloves and headed out. Because of my schedule, I was reduced to making a post office run. Traffic was pretty light on the way over. But, surprisingly, three cars were in the post office lot when I got there. And it was still well before 6:30 in the morning.
I got the mail, stuffed it down the front of my jacket, and headed east on 11th Street. Although I wasn't 'tagged," there was plenty of traffic headed toward me on 11th, including two fellow morotcyclists. I gave each of them the biker wave, but it was still so dark that I couln't tell if they waved back.
All this action was completed in two miles--and before the clock reached the half-way mark past six. I was right on schedule, and now have 11,564 miles on the bike. And a front tire that is keeping my rides slow and short. Oh well. Repairs are coming soon.
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April 11, 2006:
Warmer temperatures returned. It was 64 degrees when the alarm clock sounded. I rolled out of bed and took Sarah for her walk. Breakfast (for her) followed. I suited up and checked the air in the tires. All was well, pressure-wise.
I have a court hearing this morning at nine. Thus, a short (and slow) ride was in order. I could hear the post office calling me. I headed out. There was no traffic at this early hour. And little mail.
On the way back, I turned down Arlington to take a look at the heron tree. Sadly, it was so dark that I could not see even a single bird. Oh well. Time to head home and get ready for court.
When I rode up to the driveway I noted that I had put on the usual two miles it takes to get to and from the post office. I now have 11,562 miles on the bike. And another long day ahead.
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April 10, 2006:
It was a cool 55 degrees this morning. Still, I left the winter gear neatly folded. I did, however, grab a thick coat when taking Sarah for her morning walk. She seemed to enjoy the cool weather. She also enjoyed breakfast.
While she ate, I suited up and head for the garage. A check of the tire pressure revealed all was fine. I needed some supplies from Krogers. I head there via the back roads off 6th Street. I kept my speed low.
Shopping at Krogers is interesting when you are on a motorcycle. I had left the backpack home, so I could only get a few items. It is an interesting way to keep ones bill down.
After shopping, I stuffed the single plastic grocery back down the front of my jacket and headed home. I decided to play tag on the way home. I got all the way to Yale before anyone came up behind me. I turned south. I made it to 8th street before being tagged again. I headed east.
When I came to Arlington, I decided to pay a visit to the heron tree. It was still really dark out, but I spotted a heron as it glided in for a landing. I also saw three more in the branches. Before I could up the count, a school bus pulled up behind me. Tagged again. I headed north on Arlington to 9th, and then on home.
When I pulled up to the driveway I had 11,560 miles on the bike, and a busy day ahead. Stay tuned.
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April 9, 2006:
It is the weekend. So, in honor of same, I did not set the alarm. Of course, I awoke at the normal time. But I did manage to go back to sleep for an extra hour. Too many long nights of late.
Byt 6:35 a.m. Sarah had had enough rest and relaxation. She was ready for her walk, and she let me know it.
It was 56 degrees out. I grabbed a coat and hat, and off we went. We walked by the heron tree on Arlington. I spotted at least five heron in the tree at this early hour. Sarah could not understand my interest, and wanted to be on her way. I may have short-counted the heron, but Sarah made sure I didn't short change her walk.
When we got back to the house, I fed the girl and made a tactical decision. It was still 56 degrees on the house thermometer. I debated between having breakfast before my ride (to give Mister Sun time to do his job) or just heading out.
I didn't want to get the freshly laundered winter gear dirty, so I wasn't going to dress for the cold. But, because of the front tire situation, I am still self-restricted to 25 mph and under. That cuts down on the wind chill. Plus, I like early morning rides. I have all the world (mostly) to myself. It encourages the contemplative arts. Breakfast lost; riding won.
A quick ride was called for. I have "appointments" today, and I could not spare much saddle time. So I decided to play tag again. The cold air made sure I didn't cheat on the speeds. I got immediate feedback through the ventilation in my jacket each time my speed crept over 20 mph.
After checking the air in the tires, I headed north on Oxford. I then went east on 11th Street. No cars appeared. I made it all the way to Houston Avenue without being tagged. I turned south, heading for White Oak.
Just as I was looking forward to taking on the twisties in slow motion, a car came up behind me. Tagged. I turned right on the first street I came to. It was Bayland.
I headed west on Bayland. It is one of the most pleasant streets in the Heights. It is lined with Escarpment Live Oaks, and their spreading branches make a canopy of leaves over the road.
This is very pleasant most of the year. This morning, however, the total shade made it noticably cooler.
I went ever-so-slowly, hoping to be tagged so I could find some sunshine. It wasn't to be. I got all the way to Studewood without anyone coming up behind me.
Studewood has been under construction for quite a while. Until recently, you could only go north on this major Heights artery. Now, however, both directions of travel are open. Since I was at the western end of Bayland, I turned south on Studewood, to reacquaint myself with the southbound portion of this street. I rode all the way to White Oak, then headed home.
When I pulled up to the driveway, I had logged mile 11,556 on the bike, and had be tagged only the single time. It was still early in the day. I grabbed a shower and breakfast, and headed out. The sun was shining, and the day promised to be a good one. Stay tuned.
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April 8, 2006:
Yesterday started fine. I had a couple of fun rides to Krogers and a very successful court hearing. The day went rapidly downhill after that. Due to emergencies, I didn't get to bed until after two in the morning.
As you may have guessed, I am a morning person. I can't sleep late, no matter what time I finally get to bed. Still, because of the late hours, I did not set the alarm. And because Sarah had waited up for me, she didn't act as an alarm clock either. The first thing I remember this morning is thinking that I had left a light on last night. In fact, it was Mister Sun, coming in through the bedroom windows--in full force. It was 6:40 a.m.
I rolled out of bed and took Sarah for her walk. As she ate breakfast, I suited up.
Yesterday's pronouncement that summer had arrived proved to be premature. A cold front had rolled in during the night, and the house thermometer revealed that it was 56 degrees out.
Just yesterday, Maria had washed my "winter" gear so it could be put away. I decided to "rough it" on this morning's ride and left the gear neatly folded. I headed out in summer wear.
The front tire, the cause of my slow speeds lately, needed a little air. I added it and headed for the post office. Slow speeds kept the wind chill down. The lack of traffic on this Saturday morning made the slow speeds safe.
Before I knew it, I was back home. It was 7:45 a.m. I had 11,552 miles on the bike. I also had unexpected situations to deal with, and I was pressed for time. It looks like another Saturday without a trip to Stubbs. But I am getting ever closer to buying new tires. Stay tuned. And don't forget to think.
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April 7, 2006:
Seems like summer has arrived. It was 73 degrees when I got up. I took Sarah for her regular morning walk and breakfast. I then suited up. A check of the air in the tires showed that the pessure was fine. I headed out.
Maria needed a couple of thing from Krogers, so I made that my morning destination. I took the back streets off 6th, all the way to Shepherd. Krogers was pretty empty at just after six in the morning. I picked up the things on the list and, of course, a few extra items. I stopped shopping when I figured I had filled one plastic grocery sack, since I had not brought my backpack. I paid, then stuffed the items down the front of my jacket and headed back to the house.
I made it all the way down 11th Street without any traffic coming up behind me. However, about half way home, I remembered that we were almost out of milk. Too late to go back to the store. Oh well.
When I got to the house, I told Maria I had forgotten milk. She also had a couple of "forgotten" itmes to add to my new list. It was barely 6:40 a.m. I didn't need to be in court till 9:30. I was already packed for that outing. I decided I had time for another quick run to Krogers. I unloaded the first purchases and grabbed the backpack so I could bring back a full gallon of milk.
I headed back to the store, taking 10th Street this time. Traffic was still light. My speeds were still in the mid twenties.
A gallon of milk fills up a backpack, both in volume and in weight. I got the milk, Maria's items, a tub of yogurt for Sarah (one of her morning treats), and headed back. It was still early when I got home, and I had 11,550 miles on the bike. Time to head for court. Lot of hard thinking awaited.
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April 6, 2006:
Today I got up a little earlier than normal. Sarah got her walk and her breakfast, and I suited up for my ride. Because of my schedule, today's ride would have to be short. I checked the air and headed for the post office.
It was very dark out, and traffic was light. The trip was uneventful and short. Which is ironic, given the way the day is shaping up. I now have 11,542 miles on the bike, and I don't even know if I can squeeze in a call to Stubbs about the tires. We'll see.
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April 5, 2006:
Today is a unique day, numerically. At two minutes and three seconds after one o'clock, the time will be 1:02:03, 04/05/06. Today's ride was not unique, numerically, or otherwise. I awoke earlier than normal, so I went into another room to read--and let Maria get some sleep. Sarah followed me. At 5:30 I got dressed and Sarah got her walk.
It was 67 degrees out, but it was a lot muggier than yesterday, so it didn't feel any cooler. Sarah didn't seem to mind. When we got back, I fed her and suited up.
The tire air was fine. I headed out to play the tag game again. Recall that I am restricted to low speeds because of the tire situation. Tomorrow, I have a morning deposition, so I put off the post office until then, when I will be restricted to a short ride.
Instead, I headed north on Oxford. When I got to 11th, I headed east. The game calls for me to continue on a street, at slow speeds, until a car pulls up behind me. I am then "tagged," and I have to turn off the street at the first intersection I come to. Today, I made it all the way to the light at Beauchamp before being tagged.
I turned south, toward White Oak. I didn't make it very far. I had to turn off Beauchamp when I reached Highland. Travis Elementary is under renovation, and there are lots of contractors trucks. I was tagged right away.
I continued west on Highland, all the way to Studewood. I then turned northward. Usually, Studewood is busy street. Today, I made it all the way to 10-1/2 Street before a car came up behind me. It was still very dark out.
As I began my turn onto 10-1/2, I encountered construction cones, and a ribbon blocking off the street. I think they had just poured new blacktop, and they didn't want anyone riding over it until it was cured. I scooted as far off the road as I could get, and let the car pass me. I then whipped back onto Studewood, at turned west at 11th. I made my way back home via a winding route, adding some miles to the odometer.
By the time I pulled up to the driveway, I had 11,440 miles on the bike. And the time had passed pleasantly while playing my game. I was glad to get in the five miles, because tomorrow's ride will be really short. Ditto for Friday, because of a court hearing. But surely I will make it to Stubbs on Saturday. Stay tuned.
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April 4, 2006:
Sadly, we are now in that part of the year where a morning temperature in the 60's is considered "cool." Today dawned a "cool" 69 degrees. And Sarah and I had a pleasant walk in the dark. When we got back, I fed her and changed into my riding gear. I checked the air in the tires and headed out. It was 6:15 a.m.
And it was still dark. I headed for the post office and got the mail. Then, to extend the ride, I headed east on 11th. My plan was to let the other cars dictate large portions of my ride. I stayed on 11th until a car pulled up behind me. I then took the next street south. I stayed on that street until a car pulled up behind me. I then took Bayland east. And so it went. I ended up going south on Beauchamp, all the way to White Oak. I stayed on White Oak until a car pulled up behind me. I then headed north.
By the time I made it home, I had put five miles on the bike. All those cars were able to pull up behind me because I was keeping my speed at around twenty mph. Because of work, I will not be able to get in to Stubbs until Saturday to see about the tire(s). Oh well. This new game made the thirty minute ride a lot more fun. And I now have 11,435 miles on the bike. Not my normal thirty miles a day, but what I have decided to settle for until the tire matter is resolved. And so it goes.
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April 3, 2006:
The alarm beat Sarah awake this morning. I don't think she knows about Daylight Savings Time. I think Mister Sun rules her habits. And it was very dark at 5:30 a.m. As dark as it had been at 4:30 just a couple of days ago. She seemed pleased when I got out of bed, however.
Still, the darkness presented new problems. I fed her, and it was still dark. I took her for a walk, and it was still dark. I checked my email and read the latest from LewRockwell.com, and it was still dark. I decided to go riding in the dark.
I suited up and checked the air in the tires. The front tire was down about a pound, so I added some air. I still have the wobble on the left, so no high-speed rides were on the agenda. And there is no mail delivery on Sundays, so no need to head for the post office.
I had no plan. I just rode around the Heights. Because it was so dark, it wasn't fun like it had been on Saturday and Sunday. I did go by the heron tree on Arlington, and I spotted four of the big birds. One circled the tree twice before gliding in for a landing. Maybe the purr of the Rebel's engine spooked him. I decided to leave them in peace, so I headed on up Arlington.
There were many cars out this morning. Lots more than on the weekend. I had to be especially alert for left turners. All the dark and all the traffic caused me to head home after three miles. And neighborhood drives in the dark on workday mornings don't seem conducive to that thinking time I've grown to know and love while traveling on our freeways.
I now have 11,530 miles on the bike, and a problem of what to do about my morning rides while I wait for earlier sunrises. Not to mention the front tire ssituation. Stay tuned.
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April 2, 2006:
Today, Sarah and I got up at the regular time. But Daylight Savings Time hit at 2 o'clock this morning. So "regular" time according to Mister Sun was an hour late according to Daylight Savings Time. My parents got in late last night from their cruise. Maria and I got to hear all the details, but it was well after ten when we had called it quits.
I decided to quickly feed Sarah and get in a short ride before the rest of the house started stirring. I checked the air in the tires, and headed out.
Because it was Sunday, it made no sense to go by the post office. But because of the front tire, it made no sense to test the freeways. So I contented myself with another tour of the neighborhood. At slow speeds.
This is not the kind of motorcycling I am used to. But it was fun. There was no traffic out, so I was able to enjoy the scenery in relative safety. I checked out houses, landscaping and the ever-present dog walkers.
When I had started out from the driveway, I had spotted a hummingbird at the front feeder. So it seemed appropriate to bookend the tour by stopping by the heron tree on Arlington at the conclusion of today's ride. Maria and I discovered the heron tree some time ago. It is actually a pair of oaks in the 800 block of Arlington that houses approximately ten heron nests. Today, I rode the bike up to the tree and stopped to stare. As recently as two weeks ago the heron were not there. Today, after about thirty seconds, I spotted movement in the tree. It looked like a small heron. Then, as I studied the situation, an adult heron glided in. Then, as if by magic, I spotted another two heron in the tree. I watched a squirrel chase a heron off of a branch, and watched the heron circle around and land on a different branch, nest-building twig in beak. I don't like the fact that heron eat goldfish and koi from local watergardens, but they are magnificent looking birds.
After watching for several minutes, I headed on home. As I pulled into the cul-de-sac, several of the neighborhood boys rushed up to me. They all wanted a turn revving the throttle on the bike. They've given up asking for a ride. After giving each one a turn at the throttle, I parked the bike and noted the mileage on the odometer. I had logged another six miles. I now have 11,527 miles on the bike.
I went inside the back door, and everyone was already downstairs drinking the coffee I had made before heading out. My mom told dad to get a picture of me in my biker garb, which he did. I then changed clothes and we all went out for breakfast at The Daily Grind on Washington Avenue. Another fine day in the Heights, slow speed notwithstanding. See you in the neighborhood. And don't forget to think.
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April 1, 2006:
Maria has been away for the last week, but she got back home last night around seven. Even though we went to bed (relatively) early, I decided to let her sleep in. Sarah, on the other hand, saw no need to delay breakfast. So, way before six, I got up, fed her and let her out the back door. When she was finished, we went back upstairs. I took a long bath and read a book.
A little before seven, I got out of the tub and suited up for my morning ride. I have not had the time to do my internet research on tire life, so I decided to put off taking the bike to Stubbs for the front tire. If the front tire is worn out, the back one may be also. And it is surely cheaper to replace both of them at once. On the other hand, if the front tire has developed sidewall weakness, I don't need to replace the back tire. The treads look good on both tires, but I am always concerned about the contact patch, and I don't want to take unnecessary risks.
Having made the decision to wait till later in the week to solve this dilemma, I was restricted to another low-speed ride. So, I suited up, checked the air in the tires and headed for the post office.
I picked up a big three pieces of mail, and headed back to the house. Before I could get home, the wanderlust attacked. I did not want to log another two mile trip. So I didn't.
Instead, I roamed around the neighborhood, keeping my speed at around twenty mph. I rode to be looking. Looking at houses. Looking at landscaping. Looking at the people out walking their dogs. I rode by my old house. I rode down Beauchamp, looking at new houses. I took the twisties on White Oak at a truly low speed. I enjoyed being on two tires, even if it might really be only one and a half tires.
When I got home, I had had a nice six miles. And the odometer reads 11,521. Time to fix breakfast for Maria.
a head check, and started to ease over. The head check showed a pickup truck two lanes to my left had also decided to occupy the middle lane-at the same time and place I did. It was dark out. Maybe he didn't see me. Anyway, we both swerved back to our starting points and I slowed down to let him complete his lane change.
The second incident occurred while I was caught up in stop-and-go on I-10 after I exited Highway 59. Once again, I was changing lanes. I had checked behind me, and all was clear. I also had plenty of room ahead of me. Nonetheless, the car behind me must not have been paying attention. When he saw me in his lane, he hit his brakes, causing his tires to squeal. He never got close to me, and I had plenty of space ahead to accelerate into, but that sound of rubber stopping always causes the adrenaline to surge.
The third incident was another lane changer. This time I was wholly within my lane. I was proceeding along when another pickup decided to change into my lane. No signal. No looking. At least no "seeing." I was alert, however. I simple tapped the back brake and slowed down. Not a really close call. But that was because I was prepared.
All in all, the ride was excellent. It was good to get in a morning ride of thirty-five miles. I was still back at the house by seven. And I now have 9797 miles on the bike. Time to thaw out my fingers.
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*Note to Law Enforcement:
All statements of speeds on various streets are simple estimates, and solely for novelity purposes. Actual speeds vary, but are always lower. I'm sure that legal speed limits are never exceeded, anything in this blog to the contrary nowithstanding.