AG: Aunt Granny's Advice, or How to become an elderly cyclist:

On Thu, 29 Jan 2015 08:26:44 -0500, Duane
wrote:

On 29/01/2015 6:54 AM, John B. Slocomb wrote:
On Wed, 28 Jan 2015 20:25:45 -0400, Joy Beeson
wrote:

On Wed, 28 Jan 2015 08:25:48 -0500, dgk wrote:

Or move to Florida. No hills, no winter. There is wind though.

And deep, deep sand.

Or there was in the late fifties.

I was there in the early 1950's and they had made sort of wide paths
with a black looking stuff that were pretty smooth and kept you from
sinking in the sand :-)


Until the wind blows the sand from the beach over those paths.

I don't remember any strong winds. An occasional hurricane certainly
and there was a period where we had fairly strong Westerlies that
carried some very large mosquitoes from the Everglades into the big
city (I measured one while she was having lunch and she measured 1/2"
length, over all), and of course the Palmetto Bugs, but no sand storms
that I remember.
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Cheers,

John B.