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Current Jersey
I’m coming home today! The newest jersey I own comes from Minnesota Public Radio station 89.3 The Current. It is hanging in our bathroom, a place that I will have a renewed appreciation for after a week of communal showering in steamed up locker rooms.
Even though I don’t plug my ears with headphones while cycling, I hear songs in my mind, and plenty of what becomes ear worm music for me is something I first heard on The Current.
I wonder if I wore this on the first day or saved it for later this year…
If all goes as planned, I’ll be back to posting live again starting tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed my jersey show this week!
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TCBC Jersey
On the day before our ride comes to an end, I’m thinking about how much I miss my bed. This is a jersey from my brief participation as a paying member of the Twin Cities Bicycling Club. I think it is a brilliant design, especially in terms of wanting to be seen by drivers when riding the roads.
Start seeing bicyclists!
I will be so happy to sleep in my bed again.
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Yellow Jersey
The neon yellow jersey I wear more often than any other is featured today, appropriately enough on top of a pile of composting manure. It’s where I spend most of my time when I’m not on the bike it seems. Nothing fancy, but entirely effective.
This was really hard to photograph because the brightness of the jersey was in direct conflict with keeping the pile of composting manure light enough to identify.
Can you see me now?
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p.s. Happy Birthday to our beautiful daughter, Elysa, today! I’ll see you soon, E! And we’ll party!!
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TofM Jersey
Today’s specimen is the inaugural Tour of Minnesota jersey displayed on bales of hay. This jersey is from the first year that this annual biking and camping week in the middle of June transitioned leadership and took on the new name. It’s a collector’s item, for sure.
This jersey is also sized such that I can grow into it as I age.
Watson Jersey
Today we have a classic Graham Watson jersey on the deck railing. I first spotted one of these jerseys on another rider in our group. Being a big fan of cycle racing and Graham’s cycling photos, I was won over instantly and felt a need to have one of my own. I actually asked Ed Beckers if he would find it disagreeable if I wore the same jersey as him. With his approval, I bought one for myself.
What’s not to like about a Graham Watson cycling photograph?
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Warren’s Jersey
Up next, my most precious jersey, Warren’s red jersey on the seat of the diesel tractor. When good friend and fellow cyclist, Warren LaCourse passed away, his wife offered his bike jerseys to us as a remembrance. I chose this one because he wore it so often, the back became faded from exposure to the sun.
I always feel a little bit stronger on the bike when I’m wearing this jersey and thinking about Warren.
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Google Jersey
This year I have decided once again to take a break from blogging during my week of riding. Upon my return, I expect to have plenty of stories and pictures to share in the days following, but until then I have prepared a week’s worth of posts that will allow you to reflect on both my adventures of the bike trip and life at our home, Wintervale Ranch.
In the days ahead, I will be presenting a tour of my favorite biking jerseys. First up, my Google jersey, draped on wood needing to be split. A bunch of years ago, the kids gave me this gem for Father’s Day, a day which coincidentally tends to fall on the Sunday of this annual bike trip.
I like it for several reasons, but the best feature is the full zipper!
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Mostly Ready
Today I depart for my week of vacation and I believe I am, for the most part, ready. That is, I finished the majority of necessary tasks at work and got my “away message” programmed in my email. I completed the task of mowing all the grass areas that we regularly mow. Most amazing to me, I took care of two tasks that have been successfully neglected for a loooong time.
It may have something to do with the fact that we have Elysa’s celebration planned for the day after I return from my adventure. I won’t have much time to tend to things in the small number of hours after I get home. What I find curious is how particularly easy it was to address both of these issues. It was like changing a light bulb.
Well, one of them was, anyway. Except, the light bulb(s) were high enough to require a tall ladder to reach, and were a unique size which we couldn’t buy until we climbed up to pull one of the burned ones for reference.
The other task was to adjust the hinge on one of our french doors to the deck. That’s not all that hard. I’ve done it before. But it requires a wrench and instructions that were down in the shop. I just kept neglecting to get around to remembering to bring them up to the house.
The real kicker is that the act of fixing the hinge adjustments put me in the mindset to finally also look at the lever mechanism which has been a curious nuisance from the day we moved in. To set the latch on the three doors to the deck, the levers needed to be lifted upward, which is entirely counter-intuitive. Visitors are always baffled by the anomaly, and often fail to successfully set the latch.
Since we plan to have a lot of visitors soon, I felt added incentive to take a crack at solving the riddle. It was a case of the simplest and most obvious possibility being the answer. There was a plastic plug holding the conventional latch retracted in all of the doors. Popping the plug out released the latch that automatically catches when the door is closed. Now when the handle is moved in the more typical direction of down, the doors will open.
It was a huge fix for us. Now it’s done. How much more ready could I now be?
Bring on the trip, and then bring on Elysa’s celebration.
In the mean time, for those of you who haven’t already seen it, I’ll offer the song I wrote about the week of biking and camping which I have participated in for many years around the middle of June…
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Almost Gone
Today is my last day of work before my week off to go biking and camping. That produces a natural desire to wrap up loose ends and clear my head of as many lingering issues as possible. Already, the biggest burden has been lifted. We learned yesterday that a significant meeting that had been scheduled to happen during my absence, ended up needing to be postponed. I won’t have to miss it after all.
Tonight, I hope to cram in as many ranch chores as possible before diving into the challenge of deciding what needs to be packed in preparation for tomorrow morning’s departure. Will it be hot, cold, wet, windy, or a little of each over the course of the week?
This year’s itinerary for the Tour of Minnesota will be:
June 17th – camp in Brainerd
June 18th – bike to Walker
June 19th – bike to Park Rapids
June 20th – bike to Itasca State Park
June 21st – day off while camped in Itasca
June 22nd – bike to Bemidji State Park
June 23rd – bike to Pine River
June 24th – bike back to Brainerd
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At least I don’t have to worry about what to bring for a snack.
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Mixed Results
There has been enough progress from my last application of organic weed killer to see where it works, and where it doesn’t. I’m getting mixed results. Close inspection of the image will reveal some remaining leaves of poison ivy that are very green and healthy. Either they are new sprouts since I sprayed, or I missed them completely.
It is possible that I missed some leaves, because there are so many other growing plants in the vicinity, it is hard to see. I wasn’t about to reach down and move things out of the way to get a better view. When I spray poison ivy, I do so at an arm’s length.
When the weed killer hits the mark, it works very well. I will just make a point of returning at the next opportunity to apply another dose. It gets easier each time to spot the leftover plants remaining. I learned last year that more than one application would be required, after new growth sprouted in place of the first batch I had killed.
I never got the chance to do that follow-up application, and instead focused on readying ourselves to make a fresh attack this summer with the new sprayer and a new gallon of concentrated citrus-based weed killer.
On another subject, speaking of mixed results, I mentioned to Cyndie that I was considering creating a custom sweet and salty trail mix to take on the bike trip this year. She had me make a shopping list of ingredients so she could pick some things up on a grocery run yesterday.
What a bounty of choices I found on the kitchen counter when I got home from work! I concocted a bizarre combination of items, measuring each to calculate a rough sugar-grams-per-serving value so I would know what I’m getting when I dive in ravenously after a day’s ride.
When we arrive at the evening destinations, the first thing to be dealt with is finding the best spot for our tents. In that weary moment when helmets get dropped, bike shoes come off, and our baggage has been claimed, I find it an incredible pleasure when one precious friend or another shows up with something to munch on.
A primitive part of my brain is usually begging for sustenance to replenish the deficit it perceives after the day of pedaling. I don’t know why the body can’t just use up some of my extra middle inches for fuel at that point, but it never seems to work out that way for me.
It’s too easy to gobble up some new deliciousness before the body ever gets around to trimming the belly. I definitely gain fitness over the week of biking, but with all the eating we do along the way, the results are usually mixed.
An oft-used byline for the collection of folks who form the core community of this ride is… we are an eating group with a biking disorder.
I resemble that remark.
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