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Doctor Who Skit

Sick

I have been sick for the past few days with a bad cold or sinus infection. This has put a serious damper on my riding, although I'm sure one of the reasons I got sick was I was over-training. Yesterday I slept for 16 hours and today I spent most of my time eating. I also started a great book: Alexis de Toqueville's Democracy in America. That's all of I've got.

Post-work, Pre-trip "The Interlude"

You, the reader, need to know one thing: This blog will end. Soon. In fact, I'll probably stop writing before I begin my trip, if I ever actually begin. That's how little confidence I have in my blogging stamina. I'm saving my stamina for other ventures. And I don't write as well in public libraries that are underfunded, have one computer, and screaming children in the library day-care section. This hasn't happened yet. But it will. And when it does you, the reader, will know the end is near.

The Interlude Period:

Outline:
A. Physical (cursory)
1. Doctor opens door, glances (sees me and my underwear), returns glaze to dark corner of small room, opens medical file (to see how I am), glances up.
2. "Do you have any questions." I do.
3. Answers to all questions. "You're fine."

B. Physical (for bicycle, prolonged)
1. Bring bike for checkup. Lots of doctors, all young, appear unlicensed, many unkempt. I pick one, a young guy, to perform initial examination.
2. The examination reveals that the bicycle needs a new cassette and chain. I order the work.
3. On riding home the bike, I realize that the front cogs also need replacing. (The bicycle was unrideable)
4. Front cogs replaced.
5. Cost of repairs: $240. Result: A new drivetrain.

Nothing else of significance has happened. I'm enjoying retirement and after the trip may consider it as a full time career.