My truck was a touch too tall for the hotel garage, so I took the first spot I could find…. it was a little off camber!
The Tacoma had developed a bad miss and after having the code read, I “guessed” coil pack since last time that was the issue…. $100 later I was wrong….. pulled the plugs and found they were worn, new plugs and wires, no more miss. At least I have a spare coil now!
The Taco is cleaned up, after sitting by the fire last night and a dusty day in Uwharrie (plus not having washed it for a couple of weeks) it was time.
Is there anything prettier than a new chain? After last week’s rain race, plus 3 rides this week, the chain was 100+% worn out.
Back to Tsali for a Southern Classic/SERC mountain bike race
I found this rock when picking up firewood.
Monday Blues, I want to be back in the woods!
2 of my 3 favorite red toys. My Tacoma and my 1998 Trek OCLV set up as a Tri bike. Both these “rides” have taken me on many unforgettable adventures!
Throwback Tuesday. That time I was almost the cover of Toyota Trails, the TLCA magazine. I wrote a story called “Plan B” how adventuring with my Toyota Tacoma leads to many Plan B decisions. This year we had planned to go to Nova Scotia, but something came up, so we headed to Monongahela National Forest in West Virginia, after a couple of cold nights and bear visits, my friend’s wife wanted warmth, so we headed to Cape Hatteras for the rest of the vacation….. I am never unhappy if camping.
Sunday morning – back to reality and back work. I needed to prep for Monday and had plans in the afternoon, so early to work. Best quote of the day, “It must be convenient to always have a bed with you.” #flippac for the win.
After work, Sam and I started driving to New York. I just wanted to break up the drive and avoid a predicted winter storm. As I searched for hotel that are dog friendly, I wasn’t willing to spend $100 just to sleep so I found primitive camping in Michaux State Forest in PA. We arrived just after 10pm and it was dark, we drove around the dirt roads a bit before settling on this ATV parking lot. The stars were so bright, I had to do a light painting picture before bed. It was down in the 20s but we both sleep well.
Breakfast with my students and former student Allison – not sure why she was sad, she was the only one who didn’t drink.
The five hour drive home, the truck rolled over 278,000
After drinking more in 3 days than the past six months, I needed a ride to move more blood. Plus I was in a melancholy mood.
It’s not quite a Churchill Black Dog, but I think I had more fun this year at the NSC than in many years, I hung out with my current and past RCC students, saw a ton of former RIT students (including one from my first EVJ class), sat in on a few more sessions than normal and my job (portfolio reviews) went flawless and I was never stressed. I think my melancholy is more thinking about missed moments, with my career and relationships with people, or maybe I really can’t handle alcohol at all! (Diary mood off now!)