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Jul 15

Sink signage

I went with my mother a few weeks ago to this place called Genghis Grill. It is a stir fry place, the gimmick being that you pick all of the items that are going in your ridiculously-sized bowl. There are dozens of choices. My mother picked the place, I think, just to make me squirm over all of those decisions.

One of the things I decided on had something called dragon salt in it. The first part of the name should have been the warning. But, alas. Apparently, I have just learned, it is a mix of salt, garlic, cayenne pepper, ginger and Cajun spices. At the time I just thought it sounded cool. It was anything but.

The food was good, and plentiful. I had a lot to eat later that night, when it was even better, and the dragon salt wasn’t as intense by dinner time.

Anyway, in the restroom, was this sign:

Gengis, get it? I stumbled across that pic again in my phone just now. Thought it was worth sharing.


18
Jul 15

Chattahoochee Challenge Sprint Tri

Got to the race in plenty of time. Got to the front of the swim start line, which was the plan. Had a decent swim, for me. But this is relative. If you’ve read about my triathlons here before you know I’m lousy in the water. But I took some time off my previous best in this particular river swim.

The Yankee was very fast in the water, as usual. I didn’t see her again until the run.

My bike leg was OK. I ride this route better when I ride it easy than when I ride it at pace, which I find amusing. My ride should have been better, but I dropped my sunglasses and decided to stop for them, which seemed silly in retrospect. It took what seemed like forever to get back up to speed after that.

And then when it was time to run I couldn’t find my legs. I was tired. It was hot. The run portion of this particular race is a good one. Scenic, historic, nice and flat. But there’s no shade. And I could have really used some shade today.

So my overall time was not good. But we had fun!


16
Jul 15

The tank banks

I saw this piggy bank at Stonehenge. At the time I had no idea about the history behind it, which is, like most history, rather interesting.

It comes from a World War 1 British fund raising campaign. Six tanks toured the countryside promoting war bonds. You have to remember this is in the fall of 1917 and tanks were still the high end of war marvels. The public was fascinated to see in person what they were just starting to read about.

The tank rolled in with soldiers and artillery alongside. Airplanes dropped pamphlets, speeches were made. The tank was put through its paces before spending several days in the town with a table inside where people were giving money. They raised millions of pounds, nationally. Soon a competition emerged to see which place could raise the most money and “win” a tank. West Hartlepool would win and Egbert — they do know how to name things, don’t they? — stayed in the town until it was scrapped in 1937.

After the war was over, the government gave 264 tanks to towns and cities in 1919. Most just rusted out over time and sold for scrap. All but one was gone before the end of World War II. The town of Ashford still has their tank, the only one left. It is now a registered war memorial, though without its engine or gearbox and with replica armaments. You can see the tank here:

That tank, one of 1,200 Mark IVs the British built for that particular war, is thought to have never seen combat. Only eight remain. The Mark IV carried a crew of eight and traveled at seven miles per hour.


14
Jul 15

Small circles, groceries and unknown routes

Rode my bike to the store yesterday. It wasn’t really a recovery ride. I guess I sort of rationalized it to myself that way, but I didn’t work that hard in the race yesterday anyway. I did this today, though:

We needed a few things, beans and tomatoes and the like, and I can go on the random daily store run on my bicycle in the summer.

Truly, it is the infinitesimally small things that can earn a real grin.

Plus carrying a bike through a grocery story is fun. I stuffed them in my musette bag, almost wiped out in bike shoes on the slick floor and walked my ride all over the store. Nobody has ever given my bike a second look at the grocery store, which is cool.

Guy behind me at the checkout made a joke about not knowing where they stocked the bicycles. I told him they were over by the produce, but, you know how they’re always moving things around.

He didn’t ask what aisle had the spandex.

I took a long way home, just to add a few miles to the route. So I tried a new route, sometimes you see things you’ve never seen before:

The route involved two paths and a wooden bridge. It was worth it:


13
Jul 15

Last night’s lightning

We were out for ice cream with friends last night when a storm moved through the area.

I was in a terrible spot for it, but here are a few shots of the storm I took on my phone. Sorry about the foreground, but, hey, lightning shots on my phone. More than 19,000 people have seen these on Twitter. (Seriously.)