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new polaroid film and camera. This is my Impossible Project

Once in the small courtyard, there are several structures where the Sherif are buried as well as many small graves throughout the courtyard with ornate monuments. The architecture is really cool. Though it is largely in disrepair. Read More

Reno Fire Engine, originally uploaded by i am indisposed.

Went out on a walk with Bowie the other day and he got to see 5 no less than 5 FIRE TRUCKS! He was so stoked he had me take these pictures of Reno Fire Department’s Ladder Engine #1. Read more and check out a cool video of one of these trucks raising the ladder

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Talk amongst yourselves…

-M

Here’s a link to a local blog “Evolution of the Me.” A great post. Something I can’t steal, but I can link to it.

And since I like to have visuals and it fits the topic:

-M

Moving on:

This is Tahoe and his family. We are on the dangerous side of Tahoe in this pic. If you find yourself staring down the business end of this mutt, my advice would be to move, or grab some big pieces of bark to use as a shield!

Here’s some new friends of ours from Gardenerville. Read all about our trip to Fouth of July Lake on The Facility Bike Club Blog..

Great to meet you guys!

-M

Cyclist hit by car in downtown Reno, Nevada.

Callie hit by car

Originally uploaded by i am indisposed
One thing I worry about as I ride my bike around town is getting hit by a car. That’s why I wear a hard shell bmx/freeride helmet.

The thing I worry about even more is someone I love getting hit by a car, since my wife, sisters, brother-in-law and most of my friends ride around town a lot.

That second fear materialized yesterday when I got a call from my sister saying she got T-Boned by a car on her bike. She was riding East on Fourth Street when a westbound car turning south onto Lake hit her at the front wheel. She went over the car, by far the preferable vector, hit the windshield with her helmeted head and onto the ground. Hit her head twice, both times protected by the helmet. She said she remembered the impacts and that they didn’t hurt at all. The helmet is in ok shape. Scuffed and cracked a little. Certainly needs to be replaced.

The driver and several others stopped immeadiately, called police and EMTs. They patched her up with bandages, though she wasn’t actually bleeding anywhere. Everything on the wrap-up went well. The driver got a ticket and has insurance.

Her bike is a little messed up. The front wheel bearings are running rough indicating a bent axle, which means that the carbon forks are ruined. The rear wheel is out of true and the driveside chainstay is bent. Various other scratches and scuffs, but not horrible. She can’t ride it at least.

I had prepared a lecture for her about wearing a helmet, but thankfully she had already started wearing one regularly. For those of you who think a helmet can’t help you in a car-bike collision: you’re dead fucking wrong.

-M

This is my grandfather, John Henderson. He was a Navy Fighter pilot on an aircraft carrier in WW2. After his service he settled in Baton Rouge Louisiana with his wife Rosemary and raised the family which included my father, John.

This weekend my little sister got married at Galena Park in Reno, Nevada which is a few miles past the end of the four lane on the Mount Rose highway heading up to Lake Tahoe. It was a lovely ceremony.

About the same time I was racing through rush hour traffic in my Forester trying to get back to the park after having failed to get back to her house to retrieve a sash in time that was part of her dress, it was let out that the wings you see in this photo were misplaced. Most likely they fell and were lost somewhere in the park. They were to be worn by my sister as a token both old and borrowed.

We went back the next day with a metal detector to search the grass with no luck. Something like this is both unusual and noteworthy and if any one hears anything please contact me.

Granddaddy worked as a lumberjack in Washington with his brother Eugene, who’s still kicking @ 93. In Louisiana Johnny had a farm in Baton Rouge and a Christmas tree farm in Clinton. He loved forests, so it will be no great tragedy if this memento lives out it’s existence in the pine forests of the Virginia Range should it not be found.

Still, as physical remainders like these inevitably slip away, we’re left with only the relics of the heart, and times like this bring them back as strong as ever.

-M

This is the second time in a week that there has been a nasty mashup in this area. Last time it was @ Liberty and Virginia, just a stone’s roll away.

What I’m wondering is this: How does shit like this happen? At these times in the AM traffic is barely moving in that area.

I’m reading the book Deep Survival by Lawrence Gonzales. It’s about the psychology, pathology, and physics of accidents. In the chapter The Sandpile Effect he describes wilderness travel (climbing, kayaking, mountaineering…) as a critical situation in a self organizing system (complexity theory), or an iterating reaction(chaos theory) in which any seemingly insignificant detail could dramatically alter an outcome. Further, in such critical systems failures are inevitable, but not mandatory.

He says that accidents are normal and not preventable due to the dynamic nature of the system. Though large accidents don’t happen every time, we can’t stop them from happening. We can however avoid participating in them.

So when you’re out there on the road, remember that the situation is inherently unstable and can collapse, or not, at any moment and adjust your view of the world accordingly.

The word “experienced” often refers to someone who’s gotten away with doing the wrong thing more frequently than you have.”  Lawrence Gonzales, Deep Survival.

Impatience is a disease.

-M