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Finally a positive message about self-worth

Something Positive “Someone” in my case is Mrs. the Poet and my credit union account. Yes, my credit union account is listed as the beneficiary of my credit union life insurance policy when Mrs. the Poet dies. That way I don’t have to update the paperwork as relatives die off, whoever gets control of my finances after I die gets the money. Whoo hoo! big money. I think I’m up to $10K now. After the cremation that leaves about $7K for the beer bash.

I got the locks sheared and am now sporting a fresh flat top haircut with the little bits of hair still going everywhere. I think I will need to take a quick rinse under the shower before bed tonight to get a good sleep. I was upset to find out the stylist who has been cutting my hair the last couple of years is quitting the end of this week. Now I have to find another stylist/barber that knows how to do a flat top. I tried the #1 all over and it makes me look like I’m on my last week on death row with the shape of my skull. Or that someone is getting ready to break the rack (cueball). I think between the flat top and my winter beard I do a pretty good job of disguising the shape of my head most of the time.

I was thinking about the front axle, that if I have the ability to make it I could have saved a bunch of weight. I ran the numbers and the 2″ X 0.25″ wall tube is massive overkill for my application. Emphasis on “massive”. The whole unit less brackets weighs 28 pounds, the bare tube just over 23 of that. With the coilovers mounting as close to the ends as I plan I could build a 6000 pound front end and it still wouldn’t overstress the axle. That’s about 4 of my whole car sitting on the front end and no damage. If I had the tooling to make an axle I could make mine from the same tubing as my roll bar and still not bend it. That would weigh right at half of the one I bought, but nobody else could use it if it didn’t get put in a Mid-Bucket. There would be plenty of safety margin for a car with only 500 pounds on the front end, considerably less for a front-engine bucket, and none at all for a fat-fender rod. Now if I really wanted to go light I would swap the 2″ steel tube for a same size one in a weldable aluminum alloy and get an 11 pound axle instead of 28 pounds. But it wouldn’t last long with the forged steel spindles because of dissimilar metals corrosion.

It has been a long day today, I’ll write more later.

Things get weird when I don’t get my coffee

As the headline states, the trip to the Lab Rat Keeper was strange. Well not so much the trip as what happened when I got there. My BP was sky high as expected without my BP meds, what wasn’t expected was my resting pulse as tested with the finger on the wrist, oxygen saturation tester, and EKG. The high was 46 and the low was 42, with the last one coming in dead average at 44 BPM. The whole thing reminded me of a Flintstones newspaper cartoon from the ’70s where Fred is getting a physical and looks drunk or groggy with the “impaired” bubbles floating around his head. The doctor waits a beat with the stethoscope on Fred’s chest, then the last panel he said “I don’t care if it’s Monday, MAKE IT BEAT!” Then we had the fun of the blood draw with the slow pulse translating to a very slow blood draw. Final test was the caliper skin fold body fat test. I remember the measurements but I don’t know how to interpret them: Waist 109cm, bicep 16mm, triceps 12mm, scapula 38mm, iliac crest 28mm. After reviewing the test results (not including the lab tests) Dr. LRK pronounced my cardiovascular age as 37-38 YO.

I’m cutting this one short because I did a lot of walking taking care of financials after the LRK and also I had to fast all day for the blood draws, and I’m getting fuzzy around the edges of my mind.

Billed one McDonald’s double cheeseburger, Opus the Poet

I have sorta recovered, and I don’t stink anymore, and the Feed

Yesterday’s gig to repair an adult tricycle damaged in transit was lots bigger than what I posted in the haze of exhaustion and body funk I came home with. There were 2 wheels that needed truing that I couldn’t put on the truing jig because they didn’t have axles after removing them from the back of the trike, so I had to do the best I could on the trike, there was a persistent noise from one side that would not go away no matter what I did, that I traced down to the outer bearing on the left side (I think it no longer has any lubricant in it but I can’t get to it without taking it to a shop with more tools than I have). There is also an intermittent banging from the drum brake on the drive side wheel that nothing I do will make go away for more than a block or two, but goes away on its own after a mile or so. I think that is the brake drum hitting the brake band, because I don’t see any other sign of contact in the brake. And of course there was the dented fender that had to be repaired without damaging the powdercoat because the entire trike would have to be repainted it match the color if I damaged the coating enough to require a re-paint. That meant the dent could only be mostly taken out because there was nothing I could do to shrink the metal that was stretched in the original incident. As I posted yesterday the normal way to do that is to apply heat to a dull cherry color, then hammer and dolly smooth and quench to complete the shrinking process. I was just lucky that the back of my extra-large Crescent™ wrench was the right contour and had sufficient mass to work out that dent leaving minimal wrinkles behind.

Today we are having beans and rice, which means I’m cooking dinner. I so enjoy this particular vegan entrée that I taught myself how to cook it because nobody else would make it. I don’t know why, it’s tasty, completely nutritious (you could live on it and some leafy greens indefinitely) and aside from being time-consuming to make is not hard to cook (I mean I’m making it, how hard could it be?). People who eat it and don’t have to be nice to me say they like it, so why is it that I’m the only one making it? I guess that is just one of those mysteries. I know I’m going to get lots of chances to eat beans and rice when Mrs. the Poet goes to see her relatives in Upstate NY without me this year…

Up first is a link to the Wales edition of the World Naked Bike Ride (WNBR). Naked cyclists were a shock on the street – but all in a good cause

The “Big Story” is the Oz sportscaster getting a gentle caress on the wrist for deliberately running down a cyclist during a road rage dispute. Mark Bosnich handed 12 month good behaviour bond after ‘clipping’ cyclist’s back wheel with his BMW in road rage collision also Premier League – Mark Bosnich escapes conviction for running down cyclist in his BMW I mean really, what amounts to deferred adjudication for an assault with a deadly weapon, with injury? TANJ!

A little happy infrastructure news from NYC as a 167 YO bridge is reopened to pedestrian and bicycle traffic. Photos: Hurrah, The High Bridge Reopens After 45 Years I’m glad it wasn’t torn down during the time it was unused, because any street space in NYC that isn’t overrun with cars is a blessing, a bridge triply so.

Our Daily Ted. Morning Links: Completing deadly Rosemead Blvd; Times seeks video of police shooting in Gardena bike theft

And Part numero dos. Breaking news: no sentencing in Eric Billings case today; driver found with narcotic drug behind bars

And also in L.A. Driver Sought in Hit-and-Run Crash That Killed Cyclist in South L.A.

A little good bike news from the city next to WoaB. Richardson Texas Gets Recognized As A Bronze Bicycle Friendly Community The Beautiful Suburbs of Hell are not even on the list for “Nice Try”.

Down the road a day’s ride from WoaB. Teen cyclist killed after colliding with car in East Austin The road is described as “narrow” yet the cyclist was blamed for “swerving” in front of the weapon vehicle. You can’t have both, either the road is narrow and the cyclist controls the full width of the lane, or it’s more than 14 feet wide and there is (barely) room to pass with 3 feet of clearance.

Next state over a pedestrian pushing a broken bicycle is hit at the side of the road. LSU professor, struck and killed while walking her broken bicycle, described as a distinguished, beloved faculty member

And I can’t tell if this person is trying to get more people on bikes, or warn those already riding to stop. Letter: Cyclists encouraged to be safe

One of the problems (as always) is infrastructure that varies in quality from crap to lethal. Cyclists urge drivers to share the road

Another academic is killed riding a bike, this one in KS. Washburn grad: Glenda Taylor was ‘a champion of students’ and Area art, academic community, cyclists mourn fatal accident

Many questions but few answers for the survivors of an AL hit-and-run victim. Family of woman killed while riding bicycle looking for answers And Stoopid comments about why she got hit.

UK cyclists are pretty steamed about the (lack of) quality in their infrastructure. ‘Die-in’ staged for cyclist killed in Camberwell and Cyclists hold ‘die-in’ vigil for Esther Hartsilver after fatal crash in Camberwell That was a very loud, very eloquent protest with very few words used.

Not every driver in the UK is a homicidal maniac all the time. Injured cyclist thanks Good Samaritan who came to his aid in Trowbridge Most are not (homicidal maniacs) som are for a small amount of time, and a tiny minority are full-on raving batshit crazy 24/7. The one that stopped to help was in the majority that is the first category.

And someone wrote a book about bicycle couriers in today’s London. On Your Bike Life expectancy slightly better than a soldier in a war zone, with crappy pay that sometimes gets stolen by the company you work for to pay the “rent” on required equipment.

It’s a good bet that the Beautiful Suburbs of Hell will never see any of this money. 7 Cities Get $375,000 to Work on Bike-Share Equity In order to study bike share, one must have a bike share to study.

Update on a WI bike wreck. Bicyclists killed in crash were longtime Northwestern Mutual employees What got left out was they were also extremely experienced and safe cyclists, but they still got killed.

Update on a MA bike wreck, as the victim gets buried. More than 1,000 mourn Mansfield teen killed in bike crash

Last link, a FL media outlet asks if cycling over the age of 70 was worth the risks. Biking over 70: Do the rewards outweigh the risks? Well if you live outside of the most deadliest state in the US to ride a bike (and also walk) maybe…

And I’m (finally) out of links. This has been a terribly long day.

Billed @€0.02, Opus the Poet

Too tired to make a full post, so I’m doing a post about the dent in my neck

Let’s just say that the trip to the surgeon’s office could have gone better. I had the time wrong for the appointment and got there 4½ hours early which meant that I got back to the house with just enough time to swallow a sandwich and a glass of tea before I had to leave again to get back for my actual appointment.

The actual appointment was peachy, mostly. The pathology report was the mass massed just over a pound, and was all fat and blood vessels, i.e. NO cancer. Now the bad news. in order to keep the dent from filling with fluid and getting infected they are leaving the skin sutures sticking up out of the back of my neck in the middle of “Arthur, Arthur Dent”. I would take a picture except you couldn’t see anything in one I could take and Mrs. the Poet is like the world’s worst cell phone photographer. She has other qualities that make up for this shortcoming by a wide margin. The deal with the sutures is they are keeping the dent compressed so it doesn’t fill with fluids by going down into the muscle under the dent and up over the skin with other sutures that wrap up the muscle and everything is made from various sizes and formulas of dissolving sutures so that it will take 2-3 months for everything to come loose and let the muscle expand.

That means I will still have limited range of motion in my neck (subject to my legendary pain tolerance) for the rest of the summer but that range will slowly expand week after week. Another thing that means is I will have some level of discomfort lower than with “Chris Christie” for the next 6-8 weeks. It will still hurt (a little) to lean my head back or turn all the way to the right, but it will be because the stitches are getting pulled on as the muscle contracts. Leaning my head slightly forwards and to the left will stop all the pain instantly.

And because I know you have been waiting for a long time for links, here’s Our Daily Ted. Update: 66-year old woman killed riding her bike in Laguna Hills

And now I want to go to bed.

PSA, Opus

Slightly damp still, and the Feed

OK I got caught in the rain on the way home from the LRK, all the way from the bus stop to the house. I was soaked to the skin walking the 0.4 miles (0.6 km) from the bus stop home, had to have help stripping because the wet clothes were not coming off very easily. I had to have Mrs. the Poet grab the bottom of my T shirt and hag on while I walked away backwards bent over with my arms over my head. You know how baggy T shirts sometimes get when they are wet? This one the bottom was past my hands over my head and the fold was about mid-chest, not even close to coming off. That’s why I enlisted Mrs. the Poet’s assistance. Anywho, the LRK says my BP is on the bottom edge of what the study will allow, but they can’t reduce my dosage because I’m taking the smallest dosage the study allows. So yay for meditation and just “letting go” of stress. And here’s hoping I continue to skirt the lower edge of the study guidelines so I can still get free meds, and that free autopsy/cremation when I cork off.

Starting out with Our Daily Ted. Morning Links: LA’s DPW goes forward to the past, the Bike Week beat goes on, we’re #8, and a pretty bike painting

I debated on just linking the entire front page from BikePortland today, until I realized that today’s page would not be the same as tomorrow’s, just like yesterday’s is not the same as today’s. So, more backlash from bicycle advocates on that wreck where someone had to retrieve the cyclist’s mangled leg from the street Sunday. BTA statement on 26th and Powell collision questions state priorities and BikeLoud’s “die-in” this afternoon aims to keep safety pressure on ODOT not from BikePortland A Cyclist Lost His Leg to A Driver’s Inattention Yesterday. Activists Say SE Powell is to Blame also City hires project manager for high-profile downtown protected bike lane project Whoops, that one is just pure infrastructure, not specific to the maiming wreck on Sunday Support builds for walking and biking improvements on east side of Naito Parkway (updated) Not directly related, but undoubtedly given a major bump but the wreck. They could definitely use sidewalks and bike lanes, forget the MUP. The only places where MUP work are low travel density routes, with not many cyclists or pedestrians.

More from AK on the teen drunk driver who killed a cyclist. Biking community seeks ‘justice for Jeff,’ cyclist killed by teen driver and Plea deal for teen in hit-and-run death of Anchorage cyclist sparks backlash A year in jail, for killing a man while driving drunk…TANJ!

Moving to NYC, Hey more CitiBikes. Citi Bike Reveals 39 New UWS Locations, But Some Locals Want More Who wouldn’t want more bikes that you don’t have to patch the flats, clean the chains, or charge/change the batteries in the lights?

And this is late, by the time you read this it will be the day after so Meh! Bike Commuters: Here’s Where To Find Free Coffee & Snacks On Wednesday Morning

How many people have to be killed or maimed before crap infrastructure is recognized to be crap? Cyclist Fights For Life After Collision In Same Intersection Where Amelie Le Moullac Was Killed

Some good news from The Great White North. Driver that hit and killed cyclist near Okotoks could face charges”

Someone talking (writing) sense about the cyclist killed standing off the side of the road with his bike in Canuckistan. Babin: When we blame cyclists for being killed, it’s time for a rethink For those who don’t remember the cyclist was standing just off of the paved shoulder with his bike for some reason when he got hit. If you’re not safe from cars when you are all the way off the pavement, where on the roads would you be safe?

Another link to the story of the blind UK driver who is going to prison for killing a cyclist. Driver who caused cyclist’s death thought he’d hit wheelie bin Seriously, if yu can’t tell the difference between a human being in HiViz, and a garbage can with wheels…

Another link to the (possible) cyclist murder in Oz. Geelong hit-and-run that killed cyclist may have been deliberate

When everything is falling apart because there was never any money set aside to fix it… For U.S. Cities, Every Week Is “Infrastructure Week”

When your bike infrastructure sucks or does not exist, many cyclists bail to the not quite-as-bad thing. Opinion: Drawing a line with sidewalks and cyclists Hint: when you spend more time watching behind you than in front of you, your infrastructure is crap.

This might help, combined with crushing the cars used to kill or maim pedestrians and cyclists. Take more care around cyclists Take more care or your car will be crushed and melted down for scrap.

More words with little to no action behind them. Maryland Works To Lower Number Of Cycling Accidents

When more than 2/3 of your fatal bike wrecks are caused by HGV left-hooking a cyclist an expedient way to prevent deaths would be preventing HGV from turning left. UK safety app keeping lorries on the right side of cyclists

I will have to pay close attention to this when I am able to get back on my bike (hopefully some time in the next month). The Body Mechanic: a beer drinker’s analogy on sports injury I don’t binge drink (I only buy the Good Beer, and I pay too damn much to just chug a bunch down so I can’t taste them) so I have no personal experience with getting drunk. But I did ride so far that I rubbed the skin off of my tailbone once. Friction and sweat are a bad combination for bony protrusions. Took about a week until I could make short rides, and about a month before I could ride a century again. That was my attempt to ride to CMA, a 242 mile trip, in 2 days.

More Ride of Silence links This group bike ride is a somber memorial, observance and Sussex Cyclists’ 11th Annual Ride of Silence set May 20

And I am out of links and patience. This has been a long day and I want to go to bed.

Billed @€0.02, Opus the Poet

We had an early-morning RPG session on a Wreck-free Sunday

Because the DM had to work last night (and so did many of the players) we moved the game to Sunday morning. It was amusing watching a bunch of sleep-deprived geeks try to process tactics before coffee. Some had problems not walking into walls before coffee, which made me glad I was not riding with those people on the way to the game.

Once we got established in the game world there was the problem of finding which way to go to the place where we needed to be as our transport could not put us exactly at the place we needed to be for technical reasons related to magic in this game environment. While trying to get oriented as to where we were and where we needed to go we ran into a band of goblinoids (goblins and hob goblins) that numbered about 200. Well actually we managed to get a raiding party of about 18 separated from their main party by weather and pretty much did a curbstomp on them. We did this in spite of some characters acting down to their stats for wisdom and intelligence and having a screaming argument within earshot of the camp site for the raiding party while we were trying to ambush a foraging team as part of a campaign of terror against the goblins.

What we had planned was to take out the goblins and hob goblins in ambushes when we could get them separated from the main group in ones, twos, and threes. What we ended up doing was setting up an ambush when one of our main group was followed by the goblins that attacked the main group when he came to tell the ambush party about the main group getting attacked. There was a path from the main camp to the river where they gathered their water supply so we sent 4 party members down the path to take out the one hob goblin supervising the slaves doing the gathering and free the slaves. The idiots had their shouting match just after we took out the slaves’ guard and freed them.

What we did was hide in the heavy woods along the path to the river and when the slaves came up the path we took out the guard with a synchronized attack that had him down in one round. Then while we were clearing up the scene to let us take out the next group the screaming match took place and alerted the rest of the goblin raiding party, so we continued our plans to set up the ambush for a larger group up to the entire 18 goblins and hob goblins in the raiding party. We had a Warforged set up in a spot about 60 feet from the Soul Knife, Beguiler, Druid with a wolf companion, and my Warlock. When the second group from the goblin party came out following our Gnome Wilder warning us about the stupids in the main party we were already close to having our kill zone set up and just had to adjust our tactics to handle more opponents. The Warforged would wait for the second goblin to pass its location before attacking from cover while my Warlock would attack the first goblin down the path at the same time. We took out both in 2 rounds and put the rest of the goblins in complete disarray and unable to get their shit together to mount a counter attack against us. Within 6 rounds we had wiped the entire group of 7 goblins out.

Meanwhile the rest of the group was taking on the other 10 goblins and hob goblins with only 2 fighters who were guarding the non-combatants of our party. Now these were not just fighters, they were serious classes of sword fighters that could fight well above their levels of threats and they managed to kill another 7 of the goblins while driving off the other 3 with serious amounts of damage. The reason we even had non-combatants is they were needed for the quest we were entrusted with at the start of the module. So they stayed out of the way and let the fighters do their thing. While the fighters were doing their thing the goblins got in a lucky shot on one and nearly took him out and caused him to have a “come to Goddess” moment. After he was revived he was marked with the sigil of the goddess that the original shouting match was about.

After the game session I moved to the church where we had our Yule Log ritual. We wrote out our wishes for the upcoming year, what we wanted to get and what we wanted to get rid of and placed them on the Yule log we consecrated and charged last week then burned everything in the fire pit out back to send our wishes to our various deities so that they could be granted.

Then I went home and wrote this blog post.

PSA, Opus