Dear Diary,
July 2026
| This place is now officially too expensive. |
Dear Diary,
| This place is now officially too expensive. |
Difficulty. Wouldn’t it be great if I could write something that took more than 15 minutes of my attention.
I never have. I never will.
Such is the true meaning of life for a man with the attention span of a gnat.
Of course I’ve never read anything of any consequence from any gnats. Maybe their works are out there. I can’t say I know anything of them.
Fin
Early morning. 6:30ish. Sky is 25 shades of grey and blue. Another hot one coming. Alone in the subdivision, except for the neighbor lady walking her steps. Says hi and looks at me like I'm weird. Every time. 16 miles. Day in. Day out. wheels spinning, smoothly. gears shift, breaks break. It's about steam release ... letting loose the crap from the day just past. Do it again tomorrow and then some more every day. Life in the fast lane. Summer 2025. How many more? Only Strava can tell.
Fin
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| Subdivision Gang. |
Midway through year 72. Is it over? Life? All the things I’ve done, memories collected. Body starts sputtering. Diabetes type 2 , after eating crap foods (read mass produced processed “food). now ubiquitous and in me. Hips that quit working requiring replacement and shots. A Thyroid that starts overreacting for no other reason than it’s old man time. The grim reaper creeper gets worse each year. So, is it over? With every new malady, it’s less fun. It’s not at the end of the line, but I can almost see it from here. Feels that way. That sucks. What can I say? Fin
| Is It Safe?? |
That was the week that was. Cycling edition.
Tuesday 4/23 37.7
Thursday 4/25. 20
Saturday 4/27. 33.3
Sunday 4/28 16
Tuesday 4/30 25
Wednesday 5/1 25
Total for week 156.3
All miles ridden on a mountain bike.
Old guys never giving up!
Been at it now for 12 1/2 hours. Still going pretty strong. Kiddos have amazing stamina!
Epcot in the morning!
Todays action:,
Halfway through April already. Wow. Time flies when you're ... uh... time just flies. Happens to the best of us. 60 seconds a minute, 60 minutes an hour, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Wash, rinse, repeat.
So OJ Simpson has died. A tragic event from long ago. What bothers me, the number of people who have no idea who he was and what he did (or was alleged to have done) In the immortal words of Johnny Cochran (Google him if you wanna know who he was) "If it don't fit, You must acquit". Jurors have repeated over the years, they never would have found him guilty. It was payback for Rodney King. (Google him if you need more info)
Source OJ Simpson Murder Trial
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| Run OJ Run |
This was a major news event from the mid 90's. And now it is a footnote to history.
Flagler Hotel St. Augustine Florida circa 1890's
Notice on right side of picture: lock and doorknob.
Was that the key to the past?
Who knows. Who knew.
Was she thinking or imagining how people would be watching her sitting there in the Courtyard of Henry Flagler's Beautiful Gilded Age Hotel in 100 years?
This is worth nothing unless like me you love history and love bicycles. In 1888, John Boyd Dunlop, a gilded age tire dude. with the help of his beard, revolutionized the still-nascent pursuit of cycling when he introduced the pneumatic bicycle tire:
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| How I Picture Myself As I Ride Lately |