7/1/20 – Irving is Gone
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.