This morning Mr. Black and I went on our usual walk. He was excited and tugged at his leash and grunted in his throat while the three dogs in a fenced yard across the road barked and then got into a fight. The trip around the block is 0.46 mile, 211 feet short of a full half-mile.
A couple hours later I took the trike for a 6-mile spin. I go pretty slow. It weighs about three times what the bike weighs and therefore goes about three-times slower. It’s difficult for me to settle back and relax. Today I crowded myself and my legs are still tired. However, that is partly do to my not rifingh much during the winter.
I used to do ham radio from the trike, but folks complained about wind in the microphone, so I finally removed the radio. With a telephone in my pocket running APRS I really don’t need a radio. It’s just something else to worry about.
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