Ol' Sploggy rides again
Decided to do 10 miles and got distracted again by roads not traveled.
To make the ride a bit less boring, I rode around Seward park, which warmed me up and encouraged me to drive on on northward.
It was kind of gray and rainy looking, but I've been wet before.
Turned up McGilvra to avoid the dread s-curves just north of Leschi on LWB.
Ended up in Madison park where I bought a nice maple bar and a cup of prettygood coffee.
Sat outside where a brief glow of sunlight filled me with a soon to be dashed hope for the rest of the ride.
Some one at the next table was walking three small dogs one of whom was intent on having some of the walker's cupcake.
Climbed up on a chair and was tugging the cup the cake was in and almost had it before his guardian snatched it back from the canine jaws of doom.
The two white dogs behaved themselves impeccably.
So they got no attention whatsoever.
As soon as I finished my repast and got on the road again, it started to rain in vero.
So I had a couple miles of that before it stopped.
When I got back to the dreaded s-curves on LWB, I said to myself, what the heck, and rode up anyway.
The road isn't that bad.
Especially after a maple bar and a cup of Caffe Vito.
Drove on through the raining drive to the Arboretum, where I took the high road while they took the low road I don't know if they got there before me..I mean who are they anyway?
Took the path through the wetlands trail to MOHAI and noticed a sign at the museum parking lot that "Dont ride bicycles on the wetlands trail.
I seem to be collecting a bit of a rap sheet, or would be if I ever got caught.
HA Ha ha hahahaha!
Why not go into the museyroom I said, once again I said this to myself, because, because I RIDE ALONE! This is not for any antisocial motivation on my part.
I guess society is just anti me.
Read the whole story in the archives of this blogsite.
Then what happened?
Sun came out a couple of times.
I was not deliberately intimidated by an automobile in a SSO-related incident of vehicular intimidation.
You know, maybe it wasn't intimidation.
After all I did not become timid.
If anything a teeeeny bit bolder.
There are OLD bikers,
And there are BOLD bikers
But there are no OLD BOLD bikers.
I didn't fall off.
Here's what I did do.
First three quarters of the trip before I accidentally reset the computer;
The rest got lost in the accident
Here's what I got for the rest of the trip;
And fortunately the little machine has a backup which saved the whole trip:
I realize that this blog is supposed to be about my musical career.
Here is my musical career.
13 years of composition study,
Maybe 5 live performances.
Maybe 3, maybe four pieces that are actually worth a damn.
Amongst possibly hundreds of compositions including 10 "symphonies" and 14 "concertos"
A piece for solo piano sung by a choir of cats.
A trio for piano, bass, and flute that got me thrown out of whaddyacallit hall.
A variation for solo piano of a Diabelli waltz that got me laughed at in the little room of whaddyacallit hall.
And seven short works for wooden train whistle and strings right hand only.
And of course the excellent rendition of the double concerto for two violins and piano that has made it all more or less worth it.
II (that's supposed to look like a double bar, which means stop reading, put down your instrument and take a bow.
Oboists may resume scraping reeds.
Yours truly....Uncle Doug