Mountains
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Duncan Fine-O-Meter
Found in Middleburg, Virginia.
Disused. Unused. Maybe even unwanted.
Where the myth of the country squire is a live and well.
Though somehow further dispelled by this rusty red box.
Did you see that it's held onto the parking meter with exhaust pipe clamps?
Disused. Unused. Maybe even unwanted.
Where the myth of the country squire is a live and well.
Though somehow further dispelled by this rusty red box.
Did you see that it's held onto the parking meter with exhaust pipe clamps?
My Bicycle Economics
I last rebuilt my bicycle in 2006.
I bought a donor bike that had newish parts and frame problems from Packrat, payed far to much money to have them both shipped to New Hampshire from Colorado, waited 6 months, then combined them in the garage in the summer after my first year of grad school.
The donor bike had lots of newish parts, while the original bike, an early 1990's GT had everything worn to knubbins: gears, brakes, shifters, especially the front chain rings. To my surprise, just about everything transfer perfectly, except the headset tube was a wee bit shorter on the old bike, necessitating a fat stack of washers to make up the gap.
Since that point, the bike has gone on mostly without incident. The rear dérailleur cable snapped a few years ago, and every few years the tubes have gone through a rash of flats and required replacement. I exhausted every bottle of bicycle lube anyone had ever given me, and bought my own for the first time out of genuine need. I have scrubbed the drive train down a few times.
Generally though, I just get on and yank chain.
I estimate that I ride about 100 trips per year... I'm a fair weather commuter and would rather drive or take the bus during a snow storm. In NH, that mean a 12 mile round-trip commute. Here, the distance is closer to 10. Over 8 years, those distances have added up: roughly 9,000 miles, while the expenses really haven't. Receipts aren't handy, but $430 seems about right for everything involved, mostly shipping and tubes. That's like $53 per year, and 4.7 cents per mile.
I'm pretty sure that's cheaper than shoes, and thus cheaper than walking.
The donor bike had lots of newish parts, while the original bike, an early 1990's GT had everything worn to knubbins: gears, brakes, shifters, especially the front chain rings. To my surprise, just about everything transfer perfectly, except the headset tube was a wee bit shorter on the old bike, necessitating a fat stack of washers to make up the gap.
Since that point, the bike has gone on mostly without incident. The rear dérailleur cable snapped a few years ago, and every few years the tubes have gone through a rash of flats and required replacement. I exhausted every bottle of bicycle lube anyone had ever given me, and bought my own for the first time out of genuine need. I have scrubbed the drive train down a few times.
Generally though, I just get on and yank chain.
I estimate that I ride about 100 trips per year... I'm a fair weather commuter and would rather drive or take the bus during a snow storm. In NH, that mean a 12 mile round-trip commute. Here, the distance is closer to 10. Over 8 years, those distances have added up: roughly 9,000 miles, while the expenses really haven't. Receipts aren't handy, but $430 seems about right for everything involved, mostly shipping and tubes. That's like $53 per year, and 4.7 cents per mile.
I'm pretty sure that's cheaper than shoes, and thus cheaper than walking.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Headcase Matches the Footsleaves
There was a cute ginger girl in the bout this weekend.
She had a cool swirly colored helmet that matched her socks.
That's style.
She had a cool swirly colored helmet that matched her socks.
That's style.
Spare Derby Photo II
When I took this photo, my mind thought this skaters fall seemed unusual and awkward, something along the lines of "that's what you get when you put wheels on your feet", but nothing that was a read flag.
It was only later that evening, going back over the photos when the realization struck Booba Fett had taken a hit, lost control, and done the splits while at speed, and was then simultaniously trying to stop, not hit anyone, and not displace a hip.
ow.
Garden Progress
I wasn't planning on gardening originally, then our friends gifted us some extra tomato plants. Still, I was unsure about putting in the effort, until the plants, still in tray, started to produce tomatoes.
I built a raised 3 x 6 x 2 planter out and filled it with "organic" gardening soil. My choice in soil turned out to be just the thing to stunt the plants for a few months.
June 17 2013
June 27 2013
I built a second planter out of scrap wood. The city was tossing pallets, so I filled the back of the station wagon and cut the nails between the boards with a sawzall. Only a fraction of the pallet wood was long enough to easily construct a planter without a radical redesign, and I ended up using some other scraps from around the house for the 6' members.
June 30 2013
Since the soil I bought for the first planter didn't seem to be very good at support plant life (though it was great at supporting mold!), I bought 18 cu. ft. of soil from the garden and landscape supply store. They also sell bulk premixed soil at a ~40% discount over bagged. Next time, I'll take a trailer instead of a station wagon.
July 1 2013
Facing north. The garden gets full sun all day long. That also means it needs some extra attention, as it evaporates water quickly.
July 7 2013
Green bean sprouts in the second planter, after a week. This soil works much better.
July 7th 2013
Slime mold explosion in the first planter. I ended up using a shovel to scrape it off the sides and soil, and I had to pick it off the zuchinni. The first batch of soil wasn't done compositing when the company bagged it. Ew. My veggies are trying to grow in that.
July 19 2013
Artificial rain watering the beans.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
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