7/31/2009

Bay area wrap up

Some more bikey and other things from the Bay area, while you peruse, please ponder this, in one of the Starbucks on Union Square we saw on day 1:
Young well dressed woman of maybe 23 years, eating baby food applesauce from a jar, no evidence of motherhood or baby care.
Day two:
NYT reading man sipping grande latte, eating scone with a single can of whiskas tuna pate next to him, possibly ready for a post scone treat?
What the hell?

Anyhow:
My friday fixie works great on these useless old racks, Danville Safeway
Old rack works OK for the friday.

Attempt on Diablo, turned back by 100+ degree temps, free peach though from fruitmonger who took pity on me.
Me, peach, diablo

I did find a wrench at 104 degrees F
Road find wrench at 104 degrees F

Muir woods to dipsea loop run with coworker, big trees
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Some park below sutro towers looking back over the city
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Cool raleigh
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The first Sturmey Coaster Brake I have spotted in the wild
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Team Miyata city bike conversion in rockridge
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Baby's first ride on the F Market
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Speaking of baby, surf on over to dipping aida in the pacific for more family fun.

7/26/2009

It came from the sky

The good news is that none of the bikes were hurt.

A couple weeks back I was taking the morning off work to hang out with my brother. As we were plotting a bike ride down town to get some lunch, we looked up over the mountains and noted extremely ominous clouds closing in. We thought better of the ride and just as I was explaining to my brother how hard it had hailed the day before, we heard a mighty pthunk as a large hailstone hit the roof. We went out on the porch and watched as really big hailstones fell every few seconds.
sleepy brother holding initial hailstone
Sleepy brother and initial hailstone

As the frequency and size of hailstones increased, I noticed a roar coming from the south, I thought it was wind, but I realized I was hearing the core of the hailstorm moving up the street toward the house. Crap. The storm got pretty intense, the videos here don't quite do it justice.
initial stages


toward the end




It was sort of amusing until Elena came running to say that the skylights had all broken and there was hail and broken skylight all over the kitchen. The post storm tally was 5 broken skylights, decent water damage in the kitchen floors below the skylight, my brothers rental car was decimated (he had the insurance), both of the vw's had dents on the rear third, cracked tail lights and broken rear wipers ($3000 in damage according to the insurance company), dented gutters.
Northern over kitchen skylight


Eastern over cats skylight


The roof seems OK, no leaking, but it looks worse for the wear. The insurance adjuster for the house came by, but we are waiting for the results. It could have been a lot worse. We already had a contractor out to asses the roof/skylights and will replace the skylights soon with tempered glass ones as well as possibly replacing the roof. We will also likely get the wood floor redone in the kitchen as it is raised and starting to warp.

Driveway

The yard was carnage. The whole house smelled like sage because of the shredding that the giant sage plants took out front. The fruit trees were shorn of most fruit and alot of leaves.
Apricot tree carnage

Tomatoes, peppers and pumpkin plants were reduced to bare stalks, as were the roses and raspberries.

Pumpkin plant, this had big flowers the day before
This was a pretty healthy pumpkin plant

I spent some nervous time up on the roof covering the skylights while followup thunderstorms blew in. Thanks to neighbors and friends we were able to get enough tarps and plywood to cover it quickly.

Storms recede
The storm recedes

Pretty much every house and RV skylight in the neighborhood had damage, lots of roofs were completely totaled. Many cars were totaled out due to hail damage and many car windshields were broken completely, especially on cars that have low angle windows like prius and other hondas.

The variety of hailstones that fell were pretty interesting,
initial morphology
Initial stages of the storm
Golf balls with baseball size agglomerations
Golfballs with half a baseball hails.

Again, the upshot was that it was way more exciting than it needed to be, but it could have been worse. I guess this is a pretty regular occurrence in places of the country where I have never lived, but hail at this level is pretty new to me. The roof still works and all the bikes are OK.
more photos
The end.

7/24/2009

Astro!

I have long coveted a way of not only finding out where the cats are, but where they have been. I looked into coming up with a home made system, but I wanted live tracking, not putting a GPS watch on their collar and downloading it afterwards, but more of a Lojack for the cats, it was way beyond my technical skill.

But today at the pet store I saw this:
Yes!

Ok, so it is $600 bucks, and it has a dorky antenna on the collar, but at least it exists. I need a maruders map of the cats so I can figure out not only where they are hiding, but where they have been after looking for them for 3 hours. And where the hell they go during the day. So this needs to be $200 for the system and less than $10 for each collar mounted system so it does not hurt too much when they loose the collar in the sewer. It needs to track at least 4 cats simultaneously. Good naming of the product as well... So we are getting there.

Clearly the TDF uses something similar for the rider tracking, but they fit under the seats. I am pretty sure that Garmin probably developed this for David "gimp" Millar" but then decided it was more marketable for a dog tracking system. I would like to see him win a stage wearing an antennaed collar. Maybe with some sort of remote shocking capability as well? Anyways...

7/22/2009

Bike fun San Francisco Style

Too tired to write words. So I will go for that three order of magnitude advantage conferred by pics, click on through for clarification. More soon.

Sycip pig part carrier

Cool rack

JimG and I visit the oracle

A wheel sucker I picked up in the panhandle

The beat commuter of the wheelsucker

Stanyan

Pile o' 650B city bikes

The bridge enveloped in a blanket of Frogs.

Post circumnavigation of the city shoreline

7/19/2009

Serious

I am serious
Some serious caffeination for some seriously long yet fun work travel that continues even as I type. Lots of great bike stuff to report. Stay tuned.

7/04/2009

Summertime sipping

Summertime drink

Finally found a source for paper straws, cheap but for shipping.
(via)

6/30/2009

Lots of words and then the George Hincapie Movie!

I have to say, I loves me the pro cycling. It is a maddening sport of late. I hate the doping, but I also hate the inept press and the reactionary cyclists=dopers backlash from the public at large. Look America, if your 138 lb euro-pro cyclist is doped to the gills, do you really think your football players are not? At least most of the cyclists are multilingual. But anyway, this is not a doping post.

I think I was saying I loves me the pro cycling. I like to watch them suffer. I am occasionally fit enough that I can pretend that I know what it is to suffer on a bike. In reality, I don't. But I like to try anyway. I like to watch the tiny bike men climb the high mountains and suddenly attack, or suddenly loose 5 minutes in two kilometers. But I really like to watch the slightly less tiny bike men power through the rolling hills and cobbles of the spring classics.

I also like two cyclists a lot, because they are both merrican, both about my age and they both have been rolling at the upper echelon of cycling since I have been paying attention. The first is Lance Armstrong. Yes, Lance E. Poo and I have a complex relationship, what with all the innuendo and whatnot, but I have to say i am a unabashed fanboy. Go lanciepoo! My first lance memory came when I was 16 or so. I was a hot shot runner, I had the engine to turn the bike decently and I was a pretty good swimmer, so I could usually win my age group in a local triathlon. After podiuming in a Coors Light Biathlon in upstate NJ, I thought I was the stuff. I checked out inside triathlon, or some other tri rag, to see who the national ranked competition was, and there in bold print as the number one 18 and under tri-geek was Lancie Pants himself. Thus he was on my radar for the last 20 years or so, can't help but cheer for the guy.

The second guy is George Hincapie. Not so big george. Sure he is taller than me, but I am pretty sure I could out rassle him. But anyway, he is a big guy on a bike that was riding for some NE junior pro development team around when I was paying attention. It helps that I sort of look like him if I was to grow three inches and lose about 30 pounds. Big george my ass. Big Maggie Backsteld, now that was a big feller. But anyway, slim georgie is one of my favorite cyclists. He sort of can sprint, he sort of can roleur, he sort of wins alot, he is always there turning the pedals. If I was a pro cyclist, I am pretty sure I would be a rolleur. So go slim george!

Anyhow, Georgie wins pretty often, but in reality he is like the Chicago Cubs of the pro cycling circuit. He never wins the big one. Roubaix. We love you anyway george, but whats with roubaix?

So anyway. I clicked on an ad on velonews and watched this excellent trailer for a movie called a ride with george:



The best part is where the interview shouter says "I don't understand why the f$#^ you haven't won roubaix, I don't get it", yeah me neither. I really like the trailer, but am worried it will be more "the tour baby" rather than "the fog of war" but we will see. I am pretty psyched for it anyway.
Anyone see this yet and have a review before I go ahead and buy the DVD?

6/28/2009

Cherries

Though I have been eating them for weeks as sour little bites, the recent increase in bird activity coupled with glowing red fruits -
Harvest time I think

told me it was harvest time. So Elena and I grabbed a few pounds off the tree in twenty minutes. Plenty left on the tree for us in the next week, and plenty for the robins.

A couple of pounds in twenty minutes

6/26/2009

Abstract weevilage

Wevils in the hollyhocks

Hollyhocks in space

I am guessing the hollyhocks might not really bloom due to some sort of fornicating infestation, but they are kind of fun to have. Happier than a boll weevil in a cotton field.

6/23/2009

Not so fat winkie

Wink256 is down around 17lbs! I wish we could claim victory as cat parents of the year, but it was serious health problema (possibly surgery causing constipation, horay!) that pushed us to radically change his diet and by extension, make him sort of skinny. He was a mighty 25lbs earlier last year at some point. See him at the height of his powers

See him now:


The key? Well, with 3 other cats we just left food out all the time and Wink256 had some self control issues. Now we have stopped that, and feed the other three cats seperately from winkie. He gets only soft mostly protein food and some greenies. Thats it. Mixed with some special laxitive stuff. Yummy! He is much better and now can get on the counters and up trees where he never would get before. He also complains constantly about being starving, see video above. But in reality, he just craves kibble. No kibble though, it has the possibility for relapsing him into constipation hell.

Also, he likes to remind us that we still need to spend vet money on him. This time he got his ass kicked by one of the two big black tomcats in the neighborhood. Now he is sporting the poodle look, gets the antibiotics and cost us 80 buckeroonies. Thanks Pal. A least the vets were impressed with his thinnitude.

6/18/2009

I, Nimrod

Warning, if you are squeamish about killing the tiny animals read no further


This week my friends I have kilt the hell out of a gopher. It was not my first gopher kill. Nay, I have killed before, finishing the botched work of the felines, I have even paid others to kill on my behalf, tens of gophers killed on my behest. It was not even the first time that I have set traps with intent to kill. Today, however, was the first time I intended to kill a furry or feathered creature (bigger than a mouse) and succeeded. I am absolutely delighted. Here is my tale.

I hate gophers. Unlike the mole who loves thems the insects, the gopher tunnels beneath the ground and eats the tender roots of only the plants you care about. They breed prodigiously, they live out of sight. They resist humane methods to remove them. They actually mock common remedies.

Place cat litter in their holes to cause them to move away?
Please. They regularly churn up a sandy area in our yard that is often used as an outdoor litter box by the cats.

Buy these sonic gopher chasers that release "intolerable underground vibrations every 30 seconds" that will keep your yard gopher free?
I also have this bridge thing to sell you, our gopher dug air holes right up to the chaser the first night I put it in and continued daily fruit tree smorgasbord within 5 feet of the gopher chasers. Also, the underground vibrations are quite audible at 50 feet with the bedroom window open in the middle of the night. Also, you just laid out 100 dollars you could have put toward better things. Sucker.

I paid alot of money over the last two years to have someone come buy and trap (kill in a trap that is) gophers, 10 bucks a dead one, 20 bucks a call out (call out lasting a month). I am guessing that he has killed at least 15 on the property since we moved in. So there is gopher blood on my hands metaphorically right there. Also a couple hundred dollars in gopher killing fees. Sucker.

The murdery felines caught at least three more, but they don't kill gophers, they just mutilate them and disorient them and leave them to a slow death. So how do you kill a gopher? Well, let me tell you, I know that you do not break there neck like you do a mouse (hold back of neck down with something hard like a key or a finger and yank the body back), it just does not work at all. And gophers have bitey yellow nasty teeth. How do I know? Well I picked up a one that the cats killed, only it was not quite dead yet and it reanimated to give me a terrific bite with its large nasty yellow teeths. Thankfully I was wearing my creature disposal gloves (handy for birds, snakes, gophers, mice and chipmunks, guaranteed!) which were made of thick leather. However, I did sustain a mighty bruise for the effort. So how to kill them? First a digression.

Our murdery cats do not generally kill birds. We have belled them, and in one case multibelled them so they can't sneak up on anything that listens. (alas snakes don't listen). The house, on the other hand, takes sadistic pleasure in reflecting a feasible flight path in its windows, hence we have a fair number of dead, maimed and dying birds to deal with. I need to dispatch them quickly so the cats do not mess with them for hours before eating them. I learned to my dismay that you can twist their heads around 360 degrees to break their necks, so their head is only attached to their body by the skin, yet still they live and breath and squack and generally make you feel like shit. So I came up with a quick effective possibly humane solution. Put them in a bag and step on their heads. They die right quick.

So how does one kill a gopher. Put them in a bag and crush their heads underfoot. So there is gopher blood on my hands, or properly on my shoes, for this, but this is not me killing by choice, it was me killing because it is better than letting the cats have their way with a half dead creature and letting it die over hours.

But this year, I resolved to protect the crop of fruit trees I bought with our populist BS tax refund last year, but I wanted to man up and fight those gophers myself. So first I bought some gopher chasers that are solar powered. As stated before, the gophers mocked me and me wasting my money on such things. So I sighed and went back to the local hardware store and got a few more Victor wire traps. I know, in theory, how to catch gophers with traps, I have read books, watched people at work trapping gophers and I have tried many times before, but I usually wimp out and don't place the traps far enough down the tunnels into the main arteries. The ground is a scary place and I don't like reaching far down hand sized tunnels chockfull'o insects and bitey bitey gophers. But dammit, this year I was going to set a trap and purposely kill a fucking gopher all by myself. So I did.

I spent a few nights planting traps in the insane maze of tunnels around the slowly dying peach and plum trees. I pushed the traps deep in the ground, down the air vents and around the corner into the main tunnels. But I was thwarted. It seems that there were many abandoned tunnels around. I carefully smashed all the holes down so it was clear what was old, and then the next evening I went back and dug out the new gopher mound way back until I found the tunnels and trapped two of the three. I waited until the next night and dug them out and huzzah! I killed a little bastard. The trap did its job and that is one less prolific breeding root chewing pest in the yard. That night I lit a bonfire and wore the gophers fresh pelt on my head and danced naked howling in the moonlight in triumph. AaaaaaaaaaaaWooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'

I don't really feel bad at all. I usually feel terrible when forced to kill a maimed bird and even felt really bad when I had to kill cat mauled gophers in the pre-bite-era... But now, yeah, it feels good. We have lots of peaches to eat off our tree this year and I want to eat them for years to come.

There are some other methods I did not explore, one is poison, which is just stupid, but I can totally see going for it if you were at your wits end. The local hardware store has ample supplies of gopher poison, but no thanks. The next is the Rodenator where you pump propane and oxygen into their tunnel and ignite it. The tunnels collapse as do the pests lungs. Its organic! (really! check out the ridiculous website, great videos!) Our town here bought a system to blow the hell out of all the gophers that have invaded the ball fields aroun town. I would love to do this, but the worst gopher infestation is right where the gas lines are at my house. So not only could I take care of my gophers, but the entire neighborhood, gophers, houses and all, in one big boom.

Now I have a minor gopher disposal problem. I think the right disposal source is to just jam the dead critter way down the tunnel so it can return its nutrients to the earth from whence it came (foul demon). However, with the cats, neighborhood dogs, racoons and skunks about, I think they would dig up the smelly tasty corpse making a big mess. I think our local raptor center would take them, but I am not sure about storage, unless they take ones and twos at a time. I could eat them, which would feel right to me, I hunted it, I kilt it, I should eat it, but there seems to be conflicting information about their plague carrying status, NM seems to be one of the last places in the US that you can easily get plague, every year a couple local cats and children in town catch the plague, so I will try to minimize the exposure, besides they are not very meaty... I wish the town had a bounty, I have heard up to $2 per gopher in places, but alas not here. That at least would give my neighbors reason to take care of their gophers that usually move into my yard when I have made vacancies... I guess I will call the raptor center and see what the dealy-o is.

So in conclusion. I thought about it, I set traps and I killed.
I hunted.

I, Nimrod.

6/16/2009

More Schwinns

I spent a few hours Saturday afternoon getting the schwinns roadworthy. They need work, but they roll and stop and are perfect for neighborhood cruising.
I did have to bust out the special wrenches to get them running.

I busted these out

And clear out the wasp nest under the saddle.
Subsaddle waspage

But the bikes are good and the generator lights even work.

The generator headlamp still works


The chariot trailer hitch neatly replaces the serrated washer on the SA hubs and, though overgeared, Elena and I and Aida headed out for a family cruise saturday evening.


Family portriat


more photos of the excellent Schwinns

Chrome chainguard

6/13/2009

Ooops, more bikes

Somehow I think I added 4 bikes and a trailer to the horde this week. It was an accident.
From reverse order of accrual:

Matched purply goodness

Found a matched set of his and hers Schwinn Travelers at a garage sale early this morning, they were asking too much, so I came back at 2pm as they were shutting down and we haggled it down to the point where I have them now. Bwa ha ha ha. SA AW hubs, 1964 &1965 date stamps, finned fenders, front and rear generator lights, all original, needs new rubber and cables and brake pads and some other love, but the chrome is in good shape, the paint is purplicious. I have not bought a fair number of derailered Schwinns of this era as they all seem to be untunable wrecks, but these have the lovely AW hubs and the nicer quality stems, and chrome bits on the chainguards and the like. Good stuff. More details:
Excellent Pedals

Miller lamps

Finned fenders

I think there were never any Schwinn shops in Los Alamos as Chicago Schwinns are few and far between at garage sales here, and when they appear, they are often imports from other states. These were bought at the George Garner Cyclery in Northbrook IL. Anyhow, great stuff.

At a different garage sale we scored one of those plastic tricycles with a long handle that ties into the steering system. I think Aida has a few more inches before she can reach the pedals, but she is getting there... No pictures of that.

Finally, we got a double chariot trailer/jogger from a coworker for a good price. We already have a single, but the only downfall of the single is lack of cargo space in addition to the baby, so we got this so elana can go shopping by bike and bring the baby... If it does not fit in with our needs, I am pretty sure we can sell it or the other one quickly... It came bundled with the bike attachment, the jogger wheel and the "daddy rickshaw" attachment. It also came with a pretty nice 12" ralleigh kids bike which will go in the waiting for aida pile. I may pull the cranks off it to make a lik-a-bike type contraption. Here is me hauling it all home from work on the P/R:
Haulin more bike crap on home

6/07/2009

Rain barrels from the county, Wink256 found and Quemazon trail riding

Cheaper rain barrels from los alamos county ($60 per each with spigot hardware and netting top) made their way home in a manner befitting a kinetic sculpture race, I was tempted to detour into Ashley Pond, but was worried that the front end lacked buoyancy.

Dual barrel action

They are garlicy barrels, unlike the olivey ones we got before. Yes, riding was possible and fun:

And riding too

One is set up as south west corner downspot collector and the other is currently acting as an overflow catch for the 200 gallon tank on the north side. I think .25" of rain gets us a full 200 gallons on the north side, maybe more, so additional collectors are needed. We got almost 2 inches in the last week of may and it would have been nice to bank a bit more of that for the rest of the summer.

In other news Wink left the house at around 6:30 pm and did not return until after 10pm. It is very unlike him to leave for more than half an hour. We thought for sure he had made a nice meal for a coyote, but he eventually returned and he smells pretty bad. I think he probably got into a fight with some other creature and was hiding somewhere until he calmed down. He seems no worse for the wear. Last time he got in a big fight he was stinky and freaked out for days (seen below).

Crazed wink256

Finally, I went up the whole of the Quemazon trail on the single speed this evening just as Wink256 had gone missing. I had not been up it the whole way since the aspen puncture incident of ought seven. I have run and biked the nature trail up quemazon down loop a bunch of times, but not up all the way. The top part is even more fun than I remember. I remained unpunctured, but got the queazies when I passed the incident point. But it was all good, and the whole eight mile loop is able to be done in something like 1:15 of riding time while taking it slow. The trail head to pipeline intersection was 44 minutes of riding. My record on the single speed is 34:56 during the hill climb time trial back in '05 when I was all skinny and stuff. But that was a brain cell killing hard effort. This was for fun.

Quemazon trail, looking back toward town and the Sangre de Cristos behind.

5/25/2009

Despite the deluges

I/we got some riding in. Sunday between storms:
First family outing with the trailer

First family outing with the trailer


Monday around them:

Me, caldera

Yay bicycles.
And wild irises:
Wild Iris