So I don’t need to buy the parts to fix my bike, because the bike got stolen last night. It wasn’t locked up, so it’s my own fault. Funny, they didn’t steal my folding bike, probably because it has a flat.
So, today I went to several stores looking for a new bike. There are no new bikes. At least none that I can afford. Not that I don’t have that much money, but the RV life is tough on bikes so I need a cheap rugged bike. With the pandemic, the parts supply chain is broken, thus the lack of bikes.
Supposedly some WalMarts still have bikes. Either that, or I’ll start looking at thrift stores.
7/2/20 – Long Live Mr. Ed
I changed the front tube on Mr. Ed, the folding bike. Went for a test ride and everything went fine. No big hills in Moss Landing.
Got dinner from Phil’s Fish Market. Way too much food, but yummy.
7/3/20 – Some Days Go Well
I got new sneakers today at the Converse Outlet Store. One pair of solid black hightops and one pair with Gortex outers from the clearance bin. Joy.
Oh yeah, I also bought a new bike. The perfect bike. I am going to write up the whole story soon. Joy again.
We also stopped at one of the best fruit stands in Northern California. We have much yummy fruit. Joy times three.
7/4/20 – The New Bike
I spent an hour or so going over the bike. I found some loose spokes, adjusted the handlebars, but nearly everything else was perfect. Nearly.
I am unable to get the disc brakes right. The problem is that the wheels are not perfectly centered. With old-style bike brakes that would be an easy work-around, but the disc brakes require millimeter accuracy rather than centimeter accuracy. That wouldn’t be a problem if I had a 17mm wrench. I have a 16 and two 18s, but no 17. Harbor Freight run tomorrow!
Event though the brakes were dragging a bit I went for a short ride. The best thing is that it is way more comfortable. The fat tires absorb the bumps and feel much steadier on loose dirt. The gearing is good. The only thing lacking are the Grannie gears for steep climbs. Ah well, I guess that’s what muscles are for.
7/5/20 – The Wrong Road
I decided to take the scenic route to the new campground. MISTAKE! I’m used to twisty roads but this was ridiculous. We got constantly hit by branches. The awning took a hit and now the supports are bent back. I can fix it.
We are now on the north coast of California. Cool breeze off the not too distant ocean. Quiet. Nearest highway is 40 miles away kind of quiet. No TV kind of quiet.
There’s currently no fog. Should be a good star show tonight.
7/6/20 – The Nazz
The new bike will from now on be referred to as The Nazz. Mostly because that is the model name of the bike. The manufacturer’s website doesn’t explain why it is called Nazz. I’m pretending that it’s a reference to Shel Silverstein’s poem, THE NAZ. (Short for, The Nazaren, AKA Jesus)
I managed to adjust The Nazz’s brakes. The front took about 30 minutes. The back took about 5. I’m learning. Tiny adjustments.
Then I went for a ride, but only managed four miles. I wound up on a very steep dirt road. I don’t have a water bottle holder on the bike yet, so I turned around as soon as I started feeling dehydrated. Walmart run tomorrow.
7/7/20 – Open Bin
As we pulled up to a construction zone, the flagman started pointed at us. Turns out one of our bins had come open. No idea how long it was open, but we only lost one thing, a cheap portable jump-starter. Not to bad. Got to be more careful.
Driving on 101 in Norther California is weird. Just 100 miles back it is a 12 lane monster of a highway. Up here it is 1 lane in each direction. Weird.
As a means to revenge on her cheating asshole of a boyfriend she sliced his dream catcher in two. His cursed dream catcher. The curse was just one of the many secrets he kept.
She spent days in a waking nightmare of evil. No monsters or demons, just people. Real people doing things to each other beyond horror. Visions of torture, physical and mental, filled her mind. Then the visions would fade to a black space surrounding his face, twisted in pain.
The horrors were so terrifying that she almost forgave him. Almost. A doomed asshole is still an asshole.
Medical tourism is when you go somewhere for purely for medical reasons. You probably figured that out for yourself. Despite living here for so long, there isn’t much reason to come to San Francisco during a pandemic. All the comedy shows are online anyway. So we sit here by the gray ocean, watching the pelicans fly back and forth. Getting lots of work done.
6/27/20 – Rental Car No Return
I had to return the rental car today. It wasn’t easy. First, I failed to notice the reduced hours for Saturdays. Fortunately, the website explained the after-hours return process, leaving the keys in a night-drop box. So I got there and the night-drop box is taped shut with a sign saying they no longer offer late drop-off.
I tried calling but kept getting lost in voice mail hell or winding up on hold for long periods of time. We managed to find that the airport location was open so I drove over there. I followed the signs and found the Enterprise return, not even sure they would except it.
I pulled forward and left the keys in the car as the signs indicated. There was nobody there. There were a couple dozen vehicles in the return area, but nobody in the booth. So I got on my bike and headed back to the campground.
Only problem was my bike picked that moment to have it’s rear shift lever break. The lowest gear I could get was fifth. Not much of a problem on the flat, but I had a hill to climb. A climb of nearly 900 feet spread over just three miles. I had to walk the bike up the steepest last mile.
The good part was then a 900 foot descent over four miles. I averaged 32 MPH for that part of the ride. Much fun.
6/28/20 – Out Of The Fog
We are in Prunedale. It’s overcast, but not foggy, and much warmer. The last time we were here a praying mantis payed us a visit.
6/29/20 – Fixing Things
The wind was finally calm enough to climb on the roof and install the new capacitors in the air conditioner. Simple job. It seems to be working.
Then I got to work on my bike. I found that the shift lever has skipped several teeth on the indexer. I looked up how to fix that but everyone agrees that it’s a better idea to just replace it. Only costs $15, and the current one has over 4,000 miles on it.
I’m still taking on-line courses in Blender, the 3D animation software. The more I learn, the less I know. This is going to be a long road. I love it.
6/30/20 – Bike Ride
Took Mr. Ed for a ride today. He’s my folding bike. I usually only ride him when I pick up or drop off rental cars. He’s great for short trips in the city, and fits in the trunk of any car. He is however, not good at the hilly country roads of the California coast. Only did 6.3 miles and my legs are aching. Picking up parts for my road bike tomorrow.