May Run 2023

Rando photos from trip south of the border to visit my folks. Worked remotely one day. Helped my Dad replace their front steps. Looked at flowers. Watched hockey playoffs. Kids stayed home. Was a good unplug. My allergies pounded me last week – haven’t been on a bike in 8 days. Starting to get the shakes.

Jones Plus LWB

Jones Bikes Plus LWB spotted in the wild. Aside from an internet-friend I rode with once in Maryland, I’ve never seen a Jones in real life, despite having run Jones bars on several bikes. Weird to see this one way out here in my neck of the woods.

Breath

Pneuma (πνεῦμα) is an ancient Greek word for “breath“, and in a religious context for “spirit” or “soul“.[1][2] It has various technical meanings for medical writers and philosophers of classical antiquity, particularly in regard to physiology, and is also used in Greek translations of  ruach רוח in the Hebrew Bible, and in the Greek New Testament.

In classical philosophy, it is distinguishable from psyche (ψυχή), which originally meant “breath of life”, but is regularly translated as “spirit” or most often “soul“.[3]

Wikipedia

No Artificial Intelligence will ever do what Danny Carey does. Only he is really there and conscious of it. There is no ‘what it is like to be Danny Carey’. There is only Danny Carey.

Double Johnnys to Dirty Reverse Northside Bernie

Well, lucky number seven passed me by
Lucky number seven called my name and passed on by
Well he came back don’t you know
With his brother six in tow
And that is how number thirteen wound up at my side

And that is how I got these lonesome Johnny blues
How I got these lonesome Johnny blues
Got the lonesome Johnny blues
And there’s nothing I can do
‘Cept sing these sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues

– Cracker, ‘Lonesome Johnny Blues

Bike Porn

I get excited when my wife decides she needs new kitchen towels because it means I’m about to get some awesome new shop rags.

Dirty Burton Loop

Board’s gone.

Used to be a board here to cross the stream. Has been there for years. It was a strip of tree that was rounded on the bottom (live) and the top was cut flat, like it was an off-cut from a sawmill.

It laid across this spot, seems like, forever, curved side down. I think I have a photo of this spot from years back, if I can find it, I will add it here. It was super springy and though I’m sure some folks rode across it, I always walked it.

Due to it’s rounded underside if you didn’t get your weight smack in the middle, you were looking at – the very least – a rolled ankle, or worse, you were off it into the drink.

We’ll need a new board.

Farm Ride

If I had a farm, this is what riding around on it would be like. As such, I have no farm, but have the benefit of farm riding without the farm work.