Q: What's long and brown and sticky?
A stick lodged in my fork on yesterday's ride with Il'ya, somewhere on 9W. If you look closely, you'll see it near my brake. You do have to look closely, though, as it's semi-camoflauged with the fallen leaves in the background. Something very similar happened on the NYC-Rochester trip with Maffew. I think it was on his bike, though, but I don't remember exactly. It might have even been on the same exact road. Memory a little blurry, sorry.
Above image (behind cut) from Il'ya's fotki album from yesterday's ride. He has more pics than I do because my camera battery ran out. :)
Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong decade. I was in the car with my dad, driving bingsding to the bus station, and we were listening to music on the XM satellite radio. XM has a few stations where they play pop music from a particular decade. We were listening to "The '40s". Lots of tunes I had never heard before, and I really enjoyed each one. Eye heart big band.
I don't know what it was, but listening to pop tunes from the '40s made me sort of want to cry. I have no reason to be nostalgic for '40s music, and I have a hard time imagining myself feeling nostalgia for today's pop music (which I don't listen to or particularly enjoy) 50 or 60 years from now, assuming I'm alive, but nevertheless some sort of nostalgia was there.
I also briefly entertained the idea of finding an amateur-level big band in the NYC area to play with; however, if there's anything the London/Edinburgh tour taught me, it's that my lips/tongue are nowhere as quick as they used to be. Nothing a little practice wouldn't help, but who has the time for that sort of thing anymore? Not I, said the... uh... I.
Who knows, maybe I just have an "old stuff" fetish. A lot of my favorite music is an order of magnitude older than the '40s stuff we were listening to, and I like things like manual typewriters, downtube shifters, and slide rules. Or maybe I really should have been born in the late '30s or so.