Impermanence

Ugh. i have yet to sort & edit the pics i saved in my computer- i lost so many when my old desktop crashed, so i really do not trust any electronic device or memory storage, but hate to get buried in paper & physical artifacts. Last night i threw out a large box of old photos of my late ex's family. i don't know why i (or she) had kept them- maybe because i imagined her surviving sibling or our daughter may have wanted them... but since my ex & her brother were both adopted, they really had no connexion to those people- even as ghosts, neither did i, and my daughter didn't seem to want them either. There's an album of old family pics my late brother kept and despite my urgings he never got around to listing for me who exactly everyone was (our grandparents and many aunts, uncles, & cousins were dead before i was born. only my siblings ever knew them.) i have not yet brought myself to look at them since i inherited that archive. It may be best to accept the Principle of Impermanence and let go, but it's not easy.

Too nice a day to stay inside...

i could only listen for so long to the Impeachment Hearings this morning, so i pulled Tarkus out and took a spin 'round the local forest preserve.

Except for the oaks, the trees are bare. i rode along mostly on the unpaved paths & trails through the woods, occasionally meeting fat bike riders going in the other direction.

About a mile or two along, i encountered a long stretch of deep mud. Tarkus is shod with road tyres, so riding wasn't an option- my meager cyclocross skills have long since gone. Tracks showed that dozens of riders had recently & gleefully ridden through the mires & boggy grounds. i opted for shank's mare.

Tarkus, the sledding hill, the pond beyond,
and possibly the last pay phone in Cook County.

Eventually i returned to the asphalt-  there's about a mile or so of semi-abandoned roadway in the woods- and then back to the village trails home.

It's been a rough year for me as far a cycling goes. To add to it all was a dramatically torn hamstring back in September, but today's was a good early recovery ride- unfortunately only about the fourth ride i've taken since Labour Day.

And no, this blog hasn't gone zombie, it's just been a crazy year.

More soon.

-VSR.

Adieu, Pou-Pou.

                                                           R.I.P. Raymond Poulidor

                                          Raymond Poulidor, 15.04.1936 - 13.11.2019

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