On Sat, 18 Jun 2016 23:39:13 -0300, Joy Beeson
wrote:

Oops! I clicked "send" instead of "save for further editing". (Those
buttons are *way* too close together!) My first impulse was to save
this report for next week, but a post sent out all raw and unpolished
after being pounded out in one sitting probably requires an apology,
so this one will go out on schedule. Pout. I was *so* pleased to
have something to add to the buffer!

What is this "buffer" you frequently refer to? I understand "buffer"
but how does it relate to posts. I envision a block of memory
somewhere that has to be filled before the mail can be sent, but I
don't recall ever seeing a mail system that worked that way.


17 June 2016

There are only three posts in the buffer, not one of them can be
finished in time to post on Sunday, and one of them probably will
*never* be finished. So I'll post a report on tomorrow's Tour
d'Warsaw. I do hope the report turns out boring.

Since the prediction is "hot and dry", I've insulated a pannier with
newspapers for the ride. Now I'm in full summer kit: long-sleeved
linen jersey, linen knickers, thin socks, mesh-back gloves, and a
linen do-rag instead of a scarf. I've put a pint of water in the
fridge, and I've checked the supply of ice cubes. I plan to fill a
quart Rubbermaid bottle with ice, then pour chilled water over it.


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18 June 2016

Sunscreen: I paid particular attention to the outside edges of my
calves, because that is where I got red streaks when I could ride all
day.

Over at tech, there's an impassioned warning against wearing sandals
on a bike. I've been strongly opposed to exposed toes anywhere near
pedals ever since I stuck my little foot into the spokes of my
tricycle while riding back and forth on the porch, and got a blood
blister. A blood blister *really* grosses out a small child.

But I gave up that prejudice this spring, when I figured out that my
oxfords were not only responsible for my corns, they were the cause of
the sore spot that develops on the ball of my foot.


I live in a country where most of the people wear sandals, at least
part of the time, and I wear them all the time when I am in Phuket. I
see people wearing sandals riding bicycles all the time and I do
myself. My neighbor's kids ride barefoot.

I imagine that some people have pinched a toe but they probably regard
it much like cutting a finger in the kitchen, "I'll be more careful
the next time I'm slicing beets".

Since I plan to wear sandals for the entire trip, I chose "thin" socks
that I suspect of being too thick to fit inside the Duegis. The back
half of the cuff is twice as wide as the rest, and the extension is a
bit thicker than the rest of the cuff. It said "tab back" on the
package, if I recall correctly, so there must be some sort of purpose
for that. It does make it slightly easier to pull on the sock.

I was pleased to see that the toe straps of my sandals cover most of
the knitted-in advertisement. It says "Ballston", "Since 1918", and
"Built to wear". I think they were meant for running shoes. (I buy
any wool -- or even part-wool -- sock I see.)

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There was an event of interest on the way out of the village.

I was in the section of Park Avenue that has parking on both sides,
riding in the center of my lane, when I saw a car in my rear-view
mirror. A long stretch of empty parking spaces lay ahead, and I moved
into it to let him by. He was driving more slowly than is usual for
that street, and continued to slow. Riding as slowly as I could, I
passed behind a pedestrian waiting for a chance to cross and stopped
behind a parked car. The overtaking car stopped to allow the
pedestrian to cross, then just sat there. I turned my head to see
what the hold-up was, and the car immediately started moving.

Duh! Up until then, I hadn't emitted the faintest clue that I knew he
was there!



It's just as well that I forgot to put my bottle of tea into my
cooler; this turned out to be a very short ride. I did plan to come
back by way of the boardwalk to put in an extra mile, but I got on
Fort Wayne street to cross SR 15 and absent-mindedly followed it all
the way to Owen's. I realized it about halfway there, but wasn't
sufficiently dedicated to extra miles to turn around and go back.

I went to the Farmer's Market hoping to buy a small piece of beeswax,
and didn't think to bring a pill pouch to put it in. I dropped it and
got it dirty.
--
cheers,

John B.