My automobile let me down again but I knew it was coming as it has been warning me for sometime. I can be so dense these days. After all it is 24 years old, American made in the '80's and held together by rust so it is an antique here in the Gulf south. I needed to pick it up from the mechanic shop. Even though the car has a bike rack I decided to take the folder. It rides good and is becoming my favorite ride because it folds and is so cute no one bats an eye when I roll it into a store. I do get a lot of questions. It is a little squirrelly for me but once I get used to it I make as good a time and I am just as comfortable on it as anything else. I would like a little longer wheelbase but then it would not be so compact when folded.
It is a nine mile ride and I averaged about 10 mph (16kph)which is normal for me on any of my bikes and that was with stopping and pumping up the tire five times.
Why do I only get flats on the rear?
If I could only have one bicycle it would be a folder.
As I sit here at my desk looking out at the "small house" and listen to the progress of Hurricane Irene I am reminded of our own brushes with big storms over the last 18 years. I'm looking at storm damage from our last episode that is going on three years old and still not repaired. My attempt at finding a repair person has been futile and unsatisfying. I am unable to do it myself and because of that I get the feeling that those who wish to impress me with their ability talk too much. I'd rather not have it fixed than have it done by someone who talks a good game. I guess I should be more aggressive.
My feeling of anxiety, worry and apprehension return to remind me that those people in Irene's path are feeling that now. I don't envy them. The adrenaline rush is not worth it.
The media is so happy to have something to talk about that they are peeing on themselves. Hyping the storm to the max before, during and after passage is not news reporting. A reporter "reports". These people are more like "barkers" (as in side show barkers) making the situation into something it is not. The stupidity of standing outside in a moderate wind and trying to make it appear more dangerous than it actually is overwhelms me. I guess it comes from being raised on video games, tv and the artificial world of the movies instead of living outdoors and really seeing and feeling the world.