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irondad: I agree, some things are too fleeting to capture while riding but maybe they are just meant to be captured mentally.

As far as automated cameras go— they certainly can document but man that would be more technology than I want to haul around. I’m trying to make things simple. That’s why I’m not making video anymore.

It would be cool if you came up with some sort of head’s up eye recognition system. Or course you might end up looking like one of the Borg….

bill: An early putt. You defintely need to get a new Vespa. They don’t putt!

kano: Should I run into one of those municipal road guys I am going to ask them about their sleeping ability…

Vince: Riding does have restorative power if you let it. The bad energy on the road and frustration with other drivers can overcome it though. I’ve gotten pretty good at letting it all go and still smile.

Yesterday on the way home a woman ran a stop sign placing her Volvo wagon square in front of me. I saw her coming and looking like she was going to fast so I was already prepared to stop. She sees me right about the time she passes the stop sign and slams on her brakes and skids into the middle of the road. I stop a few feet from her. She looks at me and begins to yell.

I could have done a lot of things but I just smiled and waved her on and continued a nice ride home. I try not to let anyone else bother me no matter what they do and I don’t give anyone reason to be pissed at me if I can help it.

Doesn’t always work but it is a goal.

Eurastus: I should have detoured but I just didn’t want to. Next time though I will avoid the chip-seal stretches.

I feel your pain. I do so hate chip-seal. It’s nasty on a scooter and even worse with a skinny-tired bicycle.

Curse, curse, curse ’em all, those nasty county-road folk that choose chip-seal over other options.

My normal commute route has been infested with between three and five miles of the messy chip-seal over the past week. I’ve been forced to take increasingly longer detours to avoid the tar and mess. Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing, mind you… It’s just the principle of the matter.

Eurastus
My scooter blog: Eurastus travels slowly

Took a long ride east of the city (san diego) though its hard to find undeveloped land for about 40 miles or so. Didn’t take my camera, thought about it but was in a foul mood and just wanted to clear my head. A fellow in a new Mercedes gave me some trouble as I split lanes and placed myself at the head of the stoplight que. I guess he didn’t like that and nearly ran me over when the light changed. After hurling vulgarities, he sped off in his shiny new car.

The experience clung to me as I reached a rural stretch of two lane tree lined road. Slowly I realized I had never seen the road before; I didn’t know where it ended and I wanted to. The air cooled. Cattails and the smell of river water bordered the country road. My anger and frustration with humanity drained from me. Calm replaced anxiety.

Have fun,
Bill

Here’s what we need to invent. A digital camera with a handlebar type control. The lense would be directed by where our eyes look. Anything we see while riding is fair game for a photo.

Not that I’m trying to eliminate the stopping part. Some things are just too fleeting to capture by stopping.

We’ve actually been playing with an eye tracking video and software device. I’ll have to do a post instead of taking up your space here!

Nice Sunday morning read over coffee!

Harv