Yellow Chevy

Yellow Chevy

I find huge wheels difficult to love but after seeing so many of these old Impalas sagging with tired suspension, this one was refreshingly different.  I liked it quite a lot, the camera angle was chosen in order to hide that the other side is under repair and the car is tilted to its left, I think actually the front wheel had been removed to get access to brakes or springs.

 

 

Russell Mural

Russell Mural

On a recent bike ride, I photographed the mural at Russell again.  This mural advertised suits and overcoats for as low as $24.00.  The Russell bridge was the first in the area and I suppose the automobile traffic to the merchants of Ironton Ohio provided competition to the ones in Ashland.  The point of this wall sized advertisement must have been an attempt to divert some of these lost customers to Ashland, which now is about a 15 minute drive.

 

On the road

On the road

“Nobody cares.  It’s as if they lost their brains.  I don’t
know what has happened.  There are stupid crashes in
the group.  Before there was respect; when some did
something, they threw bottles at him or beat him with
a pump but cycling has lost this.”

Peter Sagan
(racing in the Tour de France 2016)

riding the town on the mountain bike!

riding the town on the mountain bike!

My back is feeling better, I continue with the therapy of short bike rides looping through the streets of town for 8 to 10 miles.  I put the GoPro on the seat post thinking that it would capture evidence in the case of the unexpected such as happened recently.  While riding, I keep the GoPro in mind and consider the bike to be a large tripod.  I was hoping this grassy path would give a nice photograph, but I didn’t expect the lens would pick up water from the wheel.  Being a fan of confusion, it added a lot to the shot for me.

 

 

Fisheye Dodge

Fisheye Dodge

We visited the First Friday car show this weekend, I bought one of the manual Korean fisheyes to try.  Great quality but arrived with a flaw in the middle of the lens, small and noticeable to the eye but not on the images.  Hmmm.  Interesting that the camera will adjust the AutoIso and the shutter speed to give a semi-automatic exposure, even though a manual lens, but yet the metadata records it as a 50mm.

 

 

Mustang in the alley

Mustang in the alley

It was an eventful week, to say the least.  A couple days ago, I made my first venture out on the road bike on the route called the EK Bikeway in Raceland.  I think it ought to be called the Greg Wyer Bikeway, he was the one that first laid out the route in the 1980s with his truck.  The local bike club was formed a few years after that and evidently someone started using the same route as a club bike ride, most likely someone that had ridden with us earlier.  Since then, the local community made a bicycle trailhead and paved parking area near where we always started then the route branched off to included routes to the local parks.

But here’s the story:  the communities are pretty accustomed to bicyclers, seeing how they have shared the road now for about 30 years.  But ever so often you run across someone who thinks it’s ok to buzz you or drive within a foot or two to teach you a lesson.

On my first ride on the road for the year (I’ve stuck to riding trails at Greenbo), I drove to the parking lot and met a fellow named Ed who was going on the same route.  About midway to Russell, along a straight stretch of road that is as wide as the interstate lanes, a white van drives so close to me that I could have adjusted his mirror.  Ed says simply, “give a guy a break” through the open window.  Those must have been fighting words as the van came to a sudden stop and a lot of shouting and arm waving ensued, with an invitation to fight beside the road.

Ironically, a policeman was parked not far away but had backed up to be hidden from speeding cars, so he was also hidden from this rapidly escalating argument.

Ed says he has the right to be on the road and the NRA-stickered van guy is shouting that we don’t and offers to settle it with a fight beside the road with Ed offering to take the guy back to the policeman to settle it, which he declined.  Then Ed takes off in the middle of the road with van-guy following  closely.  I’m standing in disbelief, then try to catch up.  Then BMW-guy pulls up in a convertible and asks if van-guy is giving us a hard time, then he speeds off in hot pursuit.  At that point, rounding the curve, I can only report that the BMWseemed to be chasing van.  I find Ed at the city park with a grin and says “You don’t have that much fun on the trails do you?”

Which is a valid point to ponder over.

For the rest of the ride, it was as if someone had called in reinforcements.  Police everywhere:  sitting, patrolling, , tailing us in an unmarked car.  My take away lesson is that maybe I’m not so afraid of copperheads on the bike trails at Greenbo after all, they might be a bit more friendly that folks in vans.

 

Fat bike at Greenbo again

Fat bike at Greenbo again

I’ve been getting a few miles in at Greenbo in spite of the wet weather at the end of the week.  Spring is right around the corner.

 

“You have been given questions to which you cannot be given answers. You will have to live them out – perhaps a little at a time.’
And how long is that going to take?’
I don’t know. As long as you live, perhaps.’
That could be a long time.’
I will tell you a further mystery,’ he said  .’It may take longer.” 

― Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow