{"id":573889340,"date":"2016-06-16T22:50:44","date_gmt":"2016-06-17T03:50:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/?p=573889340"},"modified":"2017-01-17T15:44:37","modified_gmt":"2017-01-17T21:44:37","slug":"slow-stones-fast-rides-long-suns","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/blog\/2016\/06\/16\/slow-stones-fast-rides-long-suns\/","title":{"rendered":"Slow stones, fast rides, long suns"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>On our bike ride today, we stopped and regrouped in the parking lot of this little church.<\/p>\n<p><center><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/photo\/june16\/june34.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/center><\/p>\n<p>The place is basically carved out of the woods. The new place, that is. I don&#8217;t know where the &#8220;old one&#8221; was, though. But you think about when that stone was ordered, sometime in the 1950s or later. Whoever placed the job, do you figure they were up against a per letter budget, or there was a committee or a severe case of writer&#8217;s block. <\/p>\n<p>I chased her &#8230; <\/p>\n<p><center><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/photo\/june16\/june35.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/center><\/p>\n<p>And I chased her for 34 miles &#8230; <\/p>\n<p><center><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/photo\/june16\/june36.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/center><\/p>\n<p>Now, she&#8217;s riding pretty well right now, and I&#8217;m doing what I can to hang on, but I think my app might have malfunctioned. It says my maximum speed for today&#8217;s route was 452.4 miles per hour. And it thinks I did that for about four miles. The precision in the error is what I like. Point four. <\/p>\n<p>And, finally, this picture:<\/p>\n<p><center><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/photo\/june16\/june37.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/center><\/p>\n<p>What is significant about this picture? I took it at 8:37 p.m. It would be some time later before the sun went down. That&#8217;s a nice feature. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On our bike ride today, we stopped and regrouped in the parking lot of this little church. The place is basically carved out of the woods. The new place, that is. I don&#8217;t know where the &#8220;old one&#8221; was, though. But you think about when that stone was ordered, sometime in the 1950s or later. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[40,10,15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-573889340","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cycling","category-photo","category-thursday"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/573889340","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=573889340"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/573889340\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":573889342,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/573889340\/revisions\/573889342"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=573889340"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=573889340"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=573889340"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}