Little Aches & Pains

Okay, so part of our deal to use Andy & Yvonne's fabulously posh and perfect-for-our-trip motorhome is that we have some repairs made.  Just called Kevin the Mechanic to authorize payment for radiator, battery and fanbelt.  Now I'm breathing deeply and resting comfortably while the blood returns to my face.

 Rode from Starbucks in Cameron Park to Old Folsom yesterday and saw: a dead coyote, snake, skunk, cat, mouse, and one flat squirrel.  Realized that I need to start a Rode Kill Sighted log.

I had a near death experience at the corner of East Natomas and East Natomas in Folsom.  While I confusedly gaped at the street signs, the computerized crosswalk startled me by beeping and talking to tell me that I was going West, right when a Lexus SUV careened past at warp speed and a huge dog stuck its head out the window to bark in my ear, which made me jump and another car almost hit me, but I grabbed the signal post and hung on till the beeping, honking, barking and skidding stopped.  No hits, no runs, no errors.  It's like nothing Ever Happened.

So I rode past the prison and into Old Town.  Peter wants us to come up with names for our bikes.  His bike says "NEKO," so he's calling it Neko.  As I rode my 36 miles, several names for mine popped up.  Some of them aren't very nice.  "Wrist Breaker" and "The Grinder" were two of the printable ones.  I suggested them to Peter, but he wants something sexy like "Rocket."  Mostly I just call it "My Bike."  I'll probably just stick with that.

Milestones:  Last week sometime my odometer flipped over 1000 miles.  I missed it.

I turned my little computer around so it's right-side up.  It took me awhile to stop reading it upside down.  I would try to figure out what time it was and almost fall over.  But now I've got the hang of it again.