Haulin'

So, as usual I tend to over think plans for doing something I've never done before only to find it much easier to accomplish than I imagined. Planned all sorts of block and tackle arrangements to step the mast on MOONBERGER. Unlike any boat I ever owned this one is hinged. After a week or two mentally planning finally got around to it only to find younger daughter was able to lift and press into place without help. Then came unstepping. Same mental process until I remembered how easy the stepping was. POC. Next came haulin' a many stepped exercise including getting trailer to ramp, backing it down ramp, winching boat on to trailer, towing home and backing down narrow drive. I never backed a trailer until this year and still fear the doing. Another POC. Boat now in yard ready for unloading and shed construction underway.

Slidin'

So.......as I started bike riding a couple years ago I have become much more aware of the roads on which I ride than driving. I mentioned before how the overwhelming fruit deposited roadside is the banana. Recently, riding in the Belfast Maine area I have come cross at least four banana skins. Seldom a whole banana but never an apple core or peanut (fruit?) shell. Thinking about how far they must have travelled to end up along side a road in Maine gets me to thinking about my future.

Hitchin'

So....our winter has been cold and snowy and that got me to thinking about growing up I Buffalo winters where this wasn't unusual. It seemed that a bit of snow fell every night so it was always white and fresh. Then it was gone. The city used garbage trucks with plows to clear the roads. Didn't seem to be a lot of salt used.on Coolidge Road where I lived there was often a lot of ground up snow and cars usually drove slowly. We would often bumper hitch. It meant waiting for a car to slow enough so that we could grab the rear bumper and slide along behind. Of course cars had bumpers then. If they got going too fast you let go. Seems I remember being able to ride for blocks. Now I wonder if the drivers knew and went along with the fun. Some would stop but I don't remember being chased. Another pass time was throwing snowballs at cars,trucks and busses. This usually brought a reaction. It became unfun when I had to ride on these busses to and from high school.