The Flash

Way back when I wanted to learn how to juggle I, like every kid in the 70s, bought Juggling For The Complete Klutz – which included 3 beanbags – for about $5. Once you get the basic pattern down of what each hand does, juggling is easy [ etymologically Juggle & Jongleur of Trobador Fane are the same word]; what’s difficult & what I was never able to do advances the art from 3 balls to 5 is called The Flash: one ball in either hand & 3 up in the air, falling expectedly.

So many balls now in the air & I dare not drop any of them. My parents made this look so effortless.

Once the houses sell I can stop this preambling & get down to business here.

Passed 10,000 miles for this year & 50,000 in 6 years 5 or so months. Season progressing very well & gradually overcoming my fear of getting hit from behind again.

So much for later; work on this Flash first

Pacific Rim

Nearly back home to spread the ashes & start what I’ll call Consolidation Of Family Matters. It will take years for me to get as good at this Management as were my parents.

I woke up in Nashville Time wanting some basement kettles & a ride (800 miles till 50,000), but I guess a walk later will have to do. Upon reflection, my Father mostly walked & he’s still going if not Strong at least With Dignity. I see him in a few hours; today just hugs, tomorrow I hope the final notarized papers & talks with lawyers.

The hard stuff begins when he goes too.

Yet California Oddities for now

Kind of missed this place.

Plastic Screech

I wanted today’s ride to be short so I could plan for a Century & get me wonky pedal replaced but the screeching from the pedal drove me to take on some hills in an effort to wear out the broken plastic & return to riding in blessed silence.

In the end the hills only made the screeching worse so I rode home & switched bikes. Finished 100 kilometers grateful for the miles. Fixies & Hills are a fine match.

New Pedals now. Planning some before heading to California.

Still another Test entry