During the summer I try to get out on the “morning 40” by 7:00 am to beat the heat. Some not-so-accurate alarm clock wakes me between 4:30 and 5:30, but I know I can lie there until 6:00, if I rush through my morning routine. Rushing does not fit with being 66; doing things slowly, methodically, preferably while referring to a list does. Before I get on the bike I repeat like a mantra, helmet, gloves, water bottle, because reaching down for that bottle when I’m 5 miles down the road, and finding the cage empty, oooooo bummer. I don’t eat much before the ride, but as I’m scurrying around I always eat a banana which is just enough to get me to the mid-point of the ride, where I get some kind of breakfast. Today I ate about three bites of the banana, set it down and forgot about it until I was again five miles down the road. On today’s ride that meant going 24 miles on three bites of banana. Guess I’ll be adding another word to the “mantra.”
The Princess is 66 too. Last night I filled a pan with sugar and water to make food for the hummingbirds. I boiled the mixture, removed it from the burner to let it cool, and went upstairs to watch TV. I came down later in the evening to find that The Princess, in the process of doing the evening dishes. had seen the pot on the stove, poured the hummer food down the drain and washed the pot. Believe me when I say that I did not criticize the way she did the dishes. Along with being age 66 comes wisdom.
Here’s some news. Gene and Lynne got a great big, fancy, new refrigerator for their kitchen. Gene said this is something Lynne wanted as a retirement present. I told Lynne that the fridge is fine, but stuff for the kitchen is not considered a gift, so she deserved something else too. I learned the fallacy of the “kitchen gift” the hard way the first year The Princess and I were married. I bought her some thing for the kitchen (don’t remember what) you know for cooking, and was told in no uncertain terms that stuff used for cooking (which she does not enjoy) is NOT A GIFT.
But I’m telling you, that fridge Lynne got is beauty! When they opened it up and showed me the inside I practically gasped. When the door swung open a soothing and subtle, blueish light flooded the interior and its contents. My god, I thought I’d taken a Viagra by mistake that morning instead of my B-12! I swear, with that fabulous lighting in there, I expected next I’d see little puppets performing Hansel and Gretel. That’s a dang nice fridge, Lynne, and don’t worry, I’m sure Gene will get you something else too.
On a side note, since they got a new fridge in THE BIG HOUSE, the Pony and I got the old fridge out in the garage. Woo hoo, no more crowding of the Snickers lock box.
Great news! The Cost-O-Meter has bought the Pony a new (well actually, used) pair of fenders off ebay. As I write this the fenders are wending their way out to the Idiotic Brother in California for some professional, cosmetic welding. More on that later. Reflected in the C-O-M is a bump of $105 (includes shipping).
In other Pony news, I’ve finished up that area around the right rear hub. Here’s a little slide show.
There are shots there of all three coats of Pony red paint. Now I’m having fun hanging the painted parts you saw in the last post onto this newly finished area. I’m working away on that right, rear wheel too. Here’s a shot that Lynne took of me finishing-up the prime coat.
In that picture, that T-shirt I’m wearing, it’s from a bike ride I did when I lived back in Indiana in 1990! I’ve got so many T-shirts from so many different events, I’ve started cutting them up and using them for Pony rags. I told Gene about that, and he said, “Don’t do that! “You’ve got to help me use up this mountain of rags we already have out here.” I guess it’s another thing about being 66, you’ve accumulated so much crap, that you start to drown in it.
Don’t worry, I’m not complaining. Being 66 is great. I love seeing those Social Security checks pop into the bank account each month. I love that I can still do the “morning 40,” even though for the first time this year I noted a slight tick down in the average speed. At the mid-point on Tuesday’s ride, I was sitting out on the coffee shop deck looking down at a view of the bridge spanning the Haw River. As the water from our wetter than usual summer rushed on like life itself, a truck crossed the bridge toting a concrete crypt to a nearby cemetery.
What a contrast. Yup, it’s great to be up here on the deck, sipping coffee in the sun…at 66.
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