On 3/12/2018 7:35 PM, John B. wrote:
On Mon, 12 Mar 2018 09:38:15 -0700, Joerg
On 2018-03-11 16:12, AMuzi wrote:
On 3/11/2018 5:49 PM, jbeattie wrote:
On Sunday, March 11, 2018 at 9:08:15 AM UTC-7, AMuzi wrote:
On 3/10/2018 8:42 PM, jbeattie wrote:
On Saturday, March 10, 2018 at 5:47:04 PM UTC-8, Gregory Sutter wrote:
On 2018-03-10, jbeattie wrote:
On Friday, March 9, 2018 at 12:22:52 PM UTC-8,
On todays route, to Dutch standards through the middle of
nowhere, I noticed that a new bike path is constructed (about 3-4
km long) along a quiet road. Even I was surprised that we go to
this kind of trouble.
Wow, I guess that's what you get when you don't have to pay for
cruise missiles. I think we should conquer NL and take the bike
Jay, you win the Internet today. Here's your Unca Sam chapeau.
Aw right! A new hat! I'll wear it leading the charge into Amsterdam!
Which way to the coffee shop?
If I recall, 'coffee shop' in Nederlanderese means 'pot
vendor'. You needn't bother since you're in Oregon already.
Dutch buy coffee in an 'espresso bar' I think.
Lou, is that right?
Yes, I was using the term "coffee shop" to mean dispensary of the evil
weed with its roots in hell. Invading foreign countries is
stressful. You need something to take the edge off.
Speaking of getting high in NL, the flatness there is staggering. 50
meters in 85km? Dang.
My son JUST GOT OUT OF HIS WHEELCHAIR! He was cleared to stand last
Wednesday, and one of the first things he did was get on his trainer.
If you forgot, he shattered both of his ankles skiing on Christmas Eve.
I set him up with the recovered Roubaix -- complete with the flat
pedals the meth tweakers had put on the bike. I also put some bright
blue duct tape on the crank arms to keep them from being scuffed the
ortho boots. The bike looks like something right out of a homeless camp.
Today, he rode outside for the first time. A few times around the
neighborhood streets. 3.5km and 80 meters of climbing -- in ortho
boots. I think he can still beat me even with two surgically repaired
The weather was perfect today -- 65F, blue skies. I was headed out to
the Columbia River Gorge but turned back before Crown Point because
the f****** wind. I got tired of thrashing myself.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcP8qK_CSZA 00:39 is why you don't
want a light bike.
What I hate about the wind is that it often shifts after mid-day when
central Oregon warms up. If you mis-time your ride, you can end up
with a headwind both ways. The wind remained out of the east for me
today, and I had a screaming tail wind going home down Marine Drive --
which made me feel like Cancellara with a Gruber assist. It was great
until I ran over a cement board screw and tore up my front tire. I
had to boot it with a $1. I think Park sells $1 bills as tire boots.
And not to sound too cranky, but I get tired of guys riding by and
asking if I'm O.K. One guy actually stopped and was cross-examining me
about the flat. Do you have this, do you have that? I just kept
saying, "I've got it. I'm O.K.; I've got it." He wouldn't go away. He
was wearing tights with pink flamingos on them. I kid you not. I
once had a guy stop and basically take over fixing a flat -- it was so
surrealistic that I just stood there and let it happen. It the
officious flat fixing people. Another Portland trope.
"The bike looks like something right out of a homeless camp."
Maybe for your Portland homeless camps. The pros are in LA:
Within weeks all that will probably be back :-(
Out of curiosity where do the "homeless" go when they are "cleared
out", as the article describes?
After all they are "homeless" so they don't have a home and one
assumes that they can't pay for a hotel room. So where do they go?
They are what Hitchcock called 'the McGuffin', a device to
move the plot along. Doesn't really matter.
In this case, the important principle of governance is,
"Once the problem's solved, the money stops."
Solving problems is anathema to anyone in politics.
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