Riding
July was an eventful month. I finished my 2023 bike tour with a mad dash from Pittsburgh to DC. The last week included a day of slogging through mud on the C&O canal and pushing my bike up and over the Paw Paw tunnel detour. The next day I ran into my friend Kevin in Shepherdstown, West Virginia. In a way these two days summarized the entire 2,600+ mile ramble through the northeastern US. Ups and downs.
Shortly after arriving home, my son arrived from Thailand. We hadn’t seen him in four years. We went for bike rides and took in a baseball game. He had an interesting take on the pitch clock in baseball. He doesn’t like it because it takes time away from the social aspect of attending a game. Go figure. He’s currently doing a motorcycle tour of Romania. (And you think my bicycle tours are insane!)
I cracked 1,000 miles – 1,105.5 to be exact – for third consecutive month. The Mule crossed 73,000 miles in the process. The Crosscheck crossed 27,000 miles on the last day of the month (with a 70-mile assist from my son). Two bikes and 100,000 miles. Dang.
I took The Mule in for post ride TLC and the mechanic found the rear hub to be damaged. As luck would have it the replacement part is no longer available so I’m replacing it with a bomb proof sealed bearing hub. I should have done this before the tour but I know I would have blanched at the expense. In any case, the only thing I’m planning to do to The Mule this winter is to upgrade the rear brake.
The month ended with a ride to the Kenilworth Aquatic Gardens in DC. The flowers were well past peak but there were still a few gems to appreciate.
Viewing
I attended two baseball games at Nationals Park. I discovered at one game that Row N Section 204 is nicely shaded shaded area, good to know for those sunny, day games. My son and I sat 20 rows back from the Nationals dugout and I caught him a t-shirt during a between-innings toss.
I watched two Marvel productions. Ant-Man and The Wasp Quantumania was incomprehensible nonsense. Whatever happened to simple good guys vs bad guys stories? Secret Invasion was a Marvel mini-series echoing the darkness of Andor. Lots of ruthless killing with little warning. Bad guys who look like good guys. And a scene stolen straight out of the recent Luther movie: Nick Fury gets his mojo back by changing into his old clothes. Best thing about the series: Olivia Colman playing the head of MI6 (M anyone?) with ruthless charm. She can do anything.
By far the best thing I watched was Oppenheimer. Intense. The Oscars won’t take long next year. They’ll just wheel the awards on stage and tell the cast and crew to come and get their bling. Actor (Cillian Murphy), Supporting Actor (Robert Downey, Jr.), Director, Screenplay, Editing, Score. Picture.
Reading
Your Inner Fish by Neil Shubin is a nonfiction account that uses paleontology and genetics to demonstrate how humans, fish, and other animals are sprung from the same stuff. A bit like an overly long National Geographic article. It’s amazing how far genetics has come since the double helix was discovered in the early 1950s.