Friday


7
Oct 22

The shades beneath the shade

“I set out to the explore the world and never made it beyond my back yard.”

That, or something like that, I might be mis-paraphrasing by memory, was the signature file someone used in a photography Usenet that I once subscribed to. I’m not sure where the quote originated as of this writing, because none of the most likely variations brings up the original. But it strikes me, today, as a sentiment I probably didn’t understand then, but appreciate a little better today. Particularly after these few minutes in the back yard this evening.

The woods are starting to get their autumnal glow.

Closer to the ground, the Joe Pye weed is doing it’s thing.

Three different versions of the same weed within two steps of one another.

Everything out here looks tired. Tired of the summer, or already tired of fall, who can say?

Right about the time I noticed the pink smartweed, I started kicking myself for not bringing a macro lens outside.

Let’s check on the maple.

It seems like all the green leaves are facing south. I wonder why that is. I do enjoy the red petiole on that tree, though.

Oh, look, the sun is peaking through.

My contribution to the cause today was this. I supervised the production of four TV shows. I supported two live events. I had two production meetings and four other less eventful meetings.

That was enough. I now feel I can stride into the weekend with a good conscience.


30
Sep 22

This is a recovery week – Friday

I read broadly. I’m well educated. I travel well. I watch the occasional documentary. I feel like I have a decent vocabulary. So it doesn’t happen every day anymore, but yesterday I learned a new word. The doctor taught it to me.

This was after the surgery. The Yankee did great. She has strong bones. The surgeon, who does hundreds of these a year, was complimentary of the patient and the quality of her injury. She blew her collarbone into five pieces. And he showed me the X-ray where they put most of it back together.

I asked about the rest. Do you take those fragments out?

No, he said. The bits are so small there’s nothing left.

The impact of her crash ground the bone into something little more than dust particles.

In addition to that, and the two broken ribs, we also learned she fractured her shoulder blade.

This is what happens when a cyclist riding at about 25 miles per hour is cut off and forced to crash by the driver of a red pickup truck.

Be kind to cyclists. And wear a helmet.


23
Sep 22

Visited an ortho this morning

Last night was a fairly sleepless night, I think. The painkillers seemed more like pain ticklers. But we had an early morning appointment, and that brought out two trips to the biggest pharmacy in town — and several phone calls with the doctor’s offices and the insurance company because, the best I can tell, American healthcare — and drugs that can get the job done.

The Yankee had more X-rays following her bike crash last evening. And they all confirmed how lucky we are.

To recap: some jerk cut her off and she crashed her bike to avoid hitting his red pickup truck. There are witnesses. So we spent most of the night in the ER, and the rest of the night in the drive through of the pharmacy.

She has a few broken bones. This we knew. Two ribs will heal on their own in time, and we knew that. The particular ribs were an initial worry yesterday, because they often lead to other damage, but that’s not the case here. Today’s doctor visit was to consult a specialist about her collarbone, which is also broken.

More X-rays were taken. After several painful rounds of that, the doctor thinks that she might be able to avoid surgery. (Which, having had that surgery myself, I say “Good!”) We’ll go back for more scans next week. And, for the next while we’re just gritting through everything, moving slowly, using one hand, and finding out that there’s no position that is actually comfortable.

And counting our blessings.

Let’s look at her helmet.

By the way, never buy a used helmet. Not all helmets are made the same, some are better than others. Like most anything these days, there are tiers to modern helmets in terms of price and tech and protection, but all helmets on the market have to pass certain minimum standards. The Smith Ignite MIPS Helmet you see here is a good aero helmet.

And should you crash your helmet, retire it and get another one. Also, depending on who you ask, it’s a good thing to upgrade every three-to-five years because of age or heat or sun damage. There’s no real consensus opinion on their lifespan, but three-to-five years are the most agreed upon windows.

This is the left side of her helmet. All of the scratches on the polycarbonate shell came from this accident.

This part is important. The shell on this helmet is molded to the expanded polystyrene foam, but you see where that got ruptured in the crash. This would be just above the left ear.

Here’s the overhead view, with the rider facing the top of the shot. There are some impressive gouges and scratches across the crown of the helmet. All of this, of course, means the helmet is doing it’s job. The helmet gets eaten up by the road so your cranium doesn’t.

See this cracking in the EPS foam? That’s not supposed to be there. That’s crash damage.

Again, better the helmet than the head. Here’s another view of where the EPS foam was destroyed. The green stuff, the straw looking stuff, or the honeycomb stuff, is called Koroyd. This stuff is designed to crumple on impact and absorb crash force in a controlled manner, minimizing energy to the noggin.

The point of this is plastic deformation. Look at how it got squished up. The Koroyd did it’s job.

Altogether, it seems the many bits of technology in this helmet worked. You can see a fair amount of damage, and no head trauma.

A guy in a truck caused this wreck. A helmet very well might have kept it from being a life-changing wreck.

Be kind to cyclists; wear a helmet.


16
Sep 22

Ridin’ into the weekend

One of the night shift spiders was happy to show off his work in the yard this morning. May you catch many insects, spider. And stay outside, why don’t ya?

I rode in early enough this morning to enjoy the long shadows. Right after this I tried my new game, to see how far I could coast without turning a pedal.

I made it one mile after which, with two of the softest pedal strokes ever recorded, I made it to the next little place I could glide. This is possible because, depending on which map you prefer, that mile is a descent of 87 or 79 feet. You also have to go through three stop sign-controlled intersections, over a bike lane that students walk in and around both foot and car traffic.

Meaning, if I didn’t have to worry about all of that I could do the last tenth of a mile while coasting. Meaning I could do 22 percent of this bike commute without turning a pedal.

Meaning I’m going to try this one day when no one is around, I guess.

After work — which featured the traditional studio time, punctuated by meetings and other meetings and then some spontaneous meetings — I celebrated the weekend, with a bike ride out to the lake to see The Yankee swim. It was a surprise! We were all surprised.

Her and her swimming friends came in just a few minutes later. We had a discussion about which of the two routes had the easiest climb away from the lake. Everyone there was a cyclist, so it led to a discussion about steepness and duration.

The way I came, the consensus opinion emerged, was longer, the other route was steeper.

Well, turns out they are about the same, because both roads away from the lake are routes up the same hill. So I chose the second route, because we all agreed that maybe it was easier and, besides, I couldn’t really remember the last time I went that way.

Before that climb started, though, I impulsively called an audible and took a right turn. I knew where that road headed. I haven’t been up this road since 2020, and it, of course, was the longest, hardest climb available to me. Precisely what I was trying to avoid.

But I set two PRs as I inched up the spine of that hill, and that impulsive decision let me add on a few more fun miles to the day.

Which was a lovely thought right about here …

Which is also where I remembered that my lovely bride said something about another bike ride tomorrow morning.


9
Sep 22

Look ma, more corn!

I spent much of the day cleaning up my inbox. If you ignore your inbox for the better part of a week it can take the better part of a day to read through everything.

I’m beginning to unravel the mystery of where my days go. It’s all Quora and Pinterest and spam.

The highlight, then, was a little bike ride in the evening. What a great way to bring in a weekend during a week off!

I’m trying to not think of my work inbox, which has also been neglected for a week.

So I distracted myself on my bike ride by going down a road I normally ride up. Up and down are generally relative, of course, but this one has a certain downhill feel to it in this direction.

It was interesting how a simple change of direction on even a seldom-used road changed the tenor of the ride. Indeed, my wheels were humming differently through there.

That road took me out toward the local dirt track, which was ready to make their Friday night noise.

The only problem there is that for almost a mile in any direction the speedway races drown out the sound of any cars coming up behind me. This was most disconcerting.

But, oh, what a pleasant 20 miles. A light and easy way to bring in the weekend.

May your shadow be in front of you all weekend.