I got back from my ride late last night, soaked in the tub and hit the hay.
What a beautiful night out last night.
Here's a couple new photos from the ride, thinking you might enjoy some engineering sights.
The boat being repaired is the same one in the ex-Robin Hood location.
That's also seeing two former Welland canals and one new one.
The hydro photo looks good to me because it's there, barely between sunset and night.
I'll be heading out this afternoon to visit some downtown businesses, grocery shop,
and stop in to see if the new banana seat I ordered is in.
I'm going to have a hard time taking pics of my bike when it looks shabby.
And I'll admit it, stopping in at select stores to drive people crazy is a fun thing to do.
Oh boy, I know... I know... there I was, at the shore of Lake Erie, far from mankind,
and I'm looking out over the beach, across the water and up at the stars and milky way,
and I'm thinking if you used an old bike tire tube like a slingshot between your handlebars,
you could send C.D.s out into the crowd riding by in your own rock star parade.
That could even be big in New York, hitting windows many stories up.
I ordered the one banana seat I could over ten years ago, when I built the bike.
That's still the only one available, still just over $12.
Considering I built everything around that seat, it's nice to get a direct replacement.
I'm back to add this, seeing that I'm sounding all light and breezy, even if everything isn't.
A friend of mine I like to visit, a man in his early forties, thinks he might be in danger of trouble.
To avoid getting into that trouble, he's put $200 down on a set of drums to get into drumming.
He used to have a set when he was younger, and he sits there beating a table with his hands.
Drummers! He's acting like one. Some of his friends are worried but I say it makes me comfortable,
feeling like I'm in a band on the road in a room with the drummer.
The last time I was there he had sticks and a practice pad, a real one.
So I'm going to take one of my karaoke machines and a mike and give it to him,
saying it's there as a practice amp for when I bring my guitar, and his friends can sing if they want.
If you knew this situation, you'd see it's fraught with peril. It's a heat score already.
However, too bad I can't power up the karaoke while I'm riding the bike... reitze!
Nah, I might stop and start rapping off at people around a fire and get chased down the street,
or worse, get invited in.
See you later!