Bike ride
I tried to ride around the lower half of Lake Washington today but was thwarted by the crowds on the east side of the I-90 bridge.
And the fact that the bridge was closed.
So I turned around making a 25 mile trip into a 32 mile trip.
Also It's hot!!! (90 degree est, it's hotter on the road than on our shaded porch. Shaded porch says 88)
Distance 31.74 miles (my mew counter has tenths of miles but no thermometer)
10.5 average speed (hard to get moving through the throngs of Blue Angel aficionados)
Top speed 34.6
Riding time 3:00:57
Odometer reading 31.8 (I'll have to add that to the old one I guess. Maybe I can set the new counter to show all the miles I've already got.
And the fact that the bridge was closed.
So I turned around making a 25 mile trip into a 32 mile trip.
Also It's hot!!! (90 degree est, it's hotter on the road than on our shaded porch. Shaded porch says 88)
Distance 31.74 miles (my mew counter has tenths of miles but no thermometer)
10.5 average speed (hard to get moving through the throngs of Blue Angel aficionados)
Top speed 34.6
Riding time 3:00:57
Odometer reading 31.8 (I'll have to add that to the old one I guess. Maybe I can set the new counter to show all the miles I've already got.
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posted by Lane Savant at 3:46 PM
3 Comments:
Why don't you by yourself a unicicle and try doing the same with that. At the same time get a photographer friend and make him take pictures of you and the people that passes by
Hallo, Lane!
Why not stick a thermometer in your pocket when you go on a bike ride?
Things are less hot here: so 75-80 degrees Fahrenheit. The "Neues Deutschland" newspaper to which I subscribe has been showing (among foreign temperatures) Vancouver, BC, at highs around 95-100 for the past week; it does not show temps for Seattle, but I interpolate these from those for Vancouver. Also to avoid revealing my nationality, I tell strangers who ask that I am from about 300 Kilometers from Vancouver, BC, and they think I'm a Canadian then (and don't have to defend the military (mis)actions of Canada's southern neighbor.
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Vive Fidelio! Viva Savant!
Out there during Seafair,
trying to take a ride
midst the throngs,
the steaming masses who migrate
to the lake for the hydro races!
Great suggestion, Mariana,
Palmer would cut quite a
figure on a unicycle,
and probably would create
a stir, and get his mug
into the Seattle Times, or
on local TV News. And
gutten tag Anonomann.
Love your quip about your
"actual" nationality. Takes
stones to become a true
expatriote, as you seem to
have managed. Don't know
why when you reside at
Red Wing, we never get a
moment to actually meet,
but leaves all in the
wonderous realm of mystery,
enit? Melva and I met
with friends to go out and
see MOON, with Sam Rockwell.
A great flick to be sure;
part SILENT RUNNING, and
part BLADE RUNNER. This is
one not to be missed by
any serious film lover.
Yesterday, we slipped out
to see (500) DAYS OF SUMMER,
a TFC pick for August, and
it too was very well done,
as a romantic comedy, as
a theraputic primer for
confused and lonely lovers.
If love is the common
denomonator for all things
positive, for the closure of
conflicts, for the tie that
binds....then why is it so
rare out here, so hard to
find. I don't mean the love
a man has for his Ferrari,
or his Remington pump shotgun,
or his Pug, or Bull Mastiff,
or great literature, or great
films, or stirring art, or
passionate music--I mean that
real mankind stuff that we
recognize when we feel it,
and during those fleeting
moments, wish that time could
be elongated, stretched, bent,
folded, like the ET's do,
like Stephen Hawking talks
about, like Timothy Leary
aluded to, like John Lennon
sang about...you know, the
heart stuff. Nuff said.
Glenn
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