Last night I assembled my bike in anticipation of seeing the greater Cincinnati area up close and personal. The bike made it through TSA’s clutches fine, but I discovered my frame pump was missing. TSA never fully closes the latches, so my theory is it fell out while they were rummaging. Grrr…. The nearest bike […]
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Day Two: I checked out of the Rugged Country Lodge around 6:30. Their continental breakfast would be available at 7:00, but I was anxious to get riding. I ate a well-bruised banana that I saved from Saturday. This was probably better than the Egg McWildhorse John had. The route began with a choice: a 25-mile
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Summary: Day One: 103 miles, 3,595′ ascent. From the Tamastslikt Cultural Institute west along the Umatilla river to Stanfield, off-course to Hermiston, back on-course to Hat Rock State Park, Pendleton and back. Day Two: 52 miles, 2,938′ ascent. Tamastslikt to Pendleton, north along wheat and pea fields, then a shallow climb up to the Bar
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Brian posted an article about Splenda. Not Scout’s bike Splenda, but the chemical sweetener in the yellow packets. The website he referenced cites a couple of sources, including a Sugar Industry Sponsored Web Site. As I wrote on Brian’s bog, when I read these things on the web, one of my first questions is about
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While pondering the new bike attributes, I got to thinking about my current bike and all the random maintenance and retrofitting I’ve done over its lifetime. As of Thursday evening, I have ridden 11,400 miles on the ‘ Friday. Though this is not even a year’s worth for Kent, it’s a lot for me.
11,400 miles of maintenance musings Read More »
At a previous employer, we had a software utility, wcheckdb, whose purpose was to clean up all of the object database-cruft leftover from day-to-day use of the product. Its output was initially a series of cryptic diagnostics that only the lead engineer could appreciate. We often redirected these to a file. The program had a
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As a numberphile, I often find amusement in tracking numbers and analyzing the results in different ways. For example, when I flew, I maintained a logbook of every landing, aircraft type and flight conditions. In the unlikely event I would be quizzed, I could rattle off a variety of facts like “the last night landing
On the way home, passengers at Trondheim’s international terminal are routeed right through the Duty Free store on the way to the departure gate. Having walked through this the other way, I realize the intent was that I should/would have gone through it the first time, meeting Norwegian customs at the other end after an