Day -21: The Mad Scramble
As with all adages, there's a remarkable kernel of truth to "feast or famine".
So far 2019 has been an amazing year, full of opportunities and new experiences, and we're thankful for every one of them. But is it too much to ask for some of the awesome stuff to just "spread the hell out" already? Understanding of course just how much of a "first world problem" that really sounds like. No, we'll go with thankful and leave it at that, lest we tempt the hand of fate.
The quick and the clever among you will note that's right in the middle of the 2019 Prefrontal Tour, and I will be somewhere,... else. But fear not, the first two containers are gone, the second two are in the driveway, and the third two are in the wings. Everything. Must. Go.
The first circumnavigation of the lake went off without a hitch, about 30 miles round-trip with a stop to see my friends across the lake (and last year's co-pilot on the Prefrontal Tour), Jim and Jane Cebula. The weather started out cold and gray and ended up colder and grayer, if that's a term. Twenty one straight days of rain in the forecast, packing and travel schedules are putting a crimp in my ability to work my way up to longer and longer rides, so I may have to bite the bullet and get a few days of wet riding in just to build up the stamina. Not ideal, but what better way to cement the concept of moving on than to have five straight weeks of rain?
So far 2019 has been an amazing year, full of opportunities and new experiences, and we're thankful for every one of them. But is it too much to ask for some of the awesome stuff to just "spread the hell out" already? Understanding of course just how much of a "first world problem" that really sounds like. No, we'll go with thankful and leave it at that, lest we tempt the hand of fate.
Susan has a gift for staging properties and selling them. A couple years ago the house in town sold in about 3 hours, and we scrambled to get everything loaded into PackRat containers within 30 days. Well, lightning strikes again (maybe I'll call Sue "Lightning" today and see how that goes), the lake house was under contract before the sign was in the ground, and we're scrambling to get everything packed by May 31st (at least according to the paperwork, but it never really happens that fast).
The quick and the clever among you will note that's right in the middle of the 2019 Prefrontal Tour, and I will be somewhere,... else. But fear not, the first two containers are gone, the second two are in the driveway, and the third two are in the wings. Everything. Must. Go.
Work continues on the bike, this time in the form of a 12V power port in the trunk to charge items during the ride or overnight (including a tiny lithium booster that will jump start a diesel truck), and the handlebar risers that bring the grips up and back just enough to make leaning in the backrest comfortable for those super long-haul days.
The first circumnavigation of the lake went off without a hitch, about 30 miles round-trip with a stop to see my friends across the lake (and last year's co-pilot on the Prefrontal Tour), Jim and Jane Cebula. The weather started out cold and gray and ended up colder and grayer, if that's a term. Twenty one straight days of rain in the forecast, packing and travel schedules are putting a crimp in my ability to work my way up to longer and longer rides, so I may have to bite the bullet and get a few days of wet riding in just to build up the stamina. Not ideal, but what better way to cement the concept of moving on than to have five straight weeks of rain?
Have a great day and stay dry, dear readers. Onward and upward.
