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On today’s ride I broke a spoke. It wasn’t a big deal, everything worked out after I wrestled it away from the rest of the machinery. Here it is at home, after I eased my way home:
Mass and wear are the most likely culprits. My mass wore it out. So I’ll get that fixed tomorrow. Before all of that, according to my app, I hit 45.6 miles per hour. I assure you that was going downhill, so score one more for mass.
In the control room of the television station, where today I learned how to use the new Telemetrics system. This one station controls four robotic cameras — tilt, shift, pan, focus, set shots and variations. If you’ve ever used a joystick I can teach you a bit more than the basics in a hour or so:
I had lunch at Dat’s, which is an almost-Cajun joint. The food’s fine, but we’re a little too far away for it to be authentic, according to my own arbitrary rules. But, hey, I had lunch with Frank Sinatra:
And tonight I’m hanging out with Allie:
We had a 26-mile ride today. I forgot to take pictures:
So that’s the front fork of the bike in the house. Anyway, four categorized climbs, and I descended at 41.9 miles per hour.
I forgot to take pictures because I snuck off the front of the group in the first neighborhood. There are two stop signs through there and I figured someone would come catch me at the second one, at least, given that it has a weird little climb involved. But when I got there, I was still alone, and then I caught a break with oncoming traffic at the next two intersections.
By then I was off the front and apparently out of sight. I figured on some of those climbs someone would catch up, but it turns out most of them had forgotten about me. I rode the entire ride out front and by myself and made it back to the starting point all alone. I’m seldom ever strong enough for a good breakaway, but I guess the timing was right and the makeup of the group was all wrong to catch me. It was a great feeling. I’ll coast on that feeling for a good while, I’m sure.
It is Saturday. It is raining. We are working. I put together 40-some-odd of these today:
The boss bought lunch at one of the nearby greasy spoons. The stuff on the walls is the best part of the place. I enjoyed this plaque:
Seems apropos. I think I have a cardboard cut. Also I got rear-ended this morning. Been here 15 minutes and some college kid, a cocky boy from Missouri in a dirty old pickup truck, has already forgot to use his brakes.
I’m fine. The car’s fine. I choose to not think of it as an omen.
