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bobstad 03-22-16 11:44 AM

Long arm's, knife like elbow...to be avoided
 
My current bicycle, an early 1970's Windsor Carerra Sport; was produced with only a decal on the headstock, to identify the brand name & trademark.

After having found the bike at a flea market in unrideable condition for $20 during 1997, I recognized from having had one new; and then pouring lots of time and effort into recreating the machine as a fine fifteen speed, with fenders, more upright style handlebars with front & rear carriers and also a generator headlight, tail light set-up, a total of a hundred dollars invested:

I went to the local police station to get a California bicycle license and sticker for the frame; to find that the cops considered my bike "contraband" since there was no metal insignia on the headset, which could identify the bike.

I was lucky, since a local dealer I took my bike to willingly made me a certificate he created; designating the bike as what that is, for legal purposes-so the police gave me what I'd sought. Though I sure went through some moments of angst over the situation; probably anyone can imagine, at least somewhat.

Now, I've noticed on the internet probably though this website; there are available for about $35 sets of Windsor Carerra Sport decals, for the headset, cross member, and the downtube below the seat.

I'd have to repaint the frame, is what I think; to use these without feeling I'd be creating problems trying to pass the decals off as authentic...which could be difficult, is what I think-even were the job a fairly good one.*

For one thing, with that much work done; a person would perhaps enjoy recreation of the whole paint scheme, as an alternative to the factory original. So, something which anyone might question; if there were suspicions involved, I guess my prior authentication would be a reasonable qualification for.

Otherwise, this sort of thing must be a stickler anyone who takes on an older bicycle's restoration "better than new" might run up against; unfavorably?

*Just to make the paint job good enough, the decals would attach successfully-could end up a headache, if not done well; where otherwise a rougher surface, would be fine or even preferred...as with one aftermarket product that comes as either a paint on or spray can; which acts as a rust preventative, that goes on over rust left purposely still a little intact-the preventative adheres within and chemically attacks...the manufacturer also promotes as a good primer coat, which unlike some primers can serve without further coats of other paint.

Camilo 03-22-16 10:12 PM

I'm not exactcly sure what you're asking. But, for what it's worth, nobody in the world will care about your restoration of the Windsor. Do what you like, make it look how you like it.

My first, and only totally new bike was a Windsor Carrera Sport I bought for about $160 in, IIRC, 1977. At the time, REI sold the same bike labeled Carabela. It was stolen off my back porch about a year later. Since then, I've been happy to build up used and new frames and/or buy used bikes.

That is a pretty nice bike. Windsor has a decent reputation, especially in the higher end Pro and Competition models, but the Carerra was a nice bike. Decent frame, decent components.

Mine was just like this except copper/orange color and white handlebar tape, after I removed the suicide levers it originally came with: http://www.classicrendezvous.com/Mexico/Mexico.htm

Here's a thread on a Carabela version, but the parts and components are probably identical to what were on my bike and are probably accurate for your Carerra Sport:

http://www.bikeforums.net/classic-vi...la-thread.html

If I found a good example of a Windsor in the color of my 70s version, I'd buy it in a minute for nostalgia reasons. I'd also buy a decent example of any color of the Pro or Comp versions just because I think they are pretty good, below the radar, vintage bikes.

bobstad 03-23-16 07:06 AM


Originally Posted by Camilo (Post 18629795)
I'm not exactcly sure what you're asking. But, for what it's worth, nobody in the world will care about your restoration of the Windsor. Do what you like, make it look how you like it.

Well, to be able to go back into Cali, if repainted and/or primered; I think I'd have to paint around the current license, or get them to give me a second one to attach once the frame were repainted.

Otherwise, I'd be vulnerable to the "contraband" effect since no one there within their state apparatus, would know what the bike was. Perhaps I could do some motivated begging, though that's no fun even when a success.

Or, as before, find a dealer or some sort of person within the trade or business; who'd give me an affidavit which states what the bike was, no?

I'd forgotten REI had the Carabellas, by the way; which back then may've still been sold from only their single outlet store in Seattle? Since my bicycle came from a place here in Bellingham then; this sort of suggests that those bikes had a regional following, with strong Mexican vibes...

About ten years after buying mine, I got to meet former Mexican national racing team mechanic Segundo "Angel" Rodriguiez and his wife living in Ojai, CA by then retired who had a little 1920s "auto court" style apartment with an attached garage where he worked on local folks' bicycles. A trim modest man in his early sixties still smoking Camel straights; who told me a lot about my bike, he'd said was made using an Italian factory and a copy of a French design mating a quick handling race bike type frame to touring.

The scene there must've been a little creepy, as after awhile when I'd gone north to work picking apples near Tonasket, WA the fall of '83 and had left my bicycle with a lady friend whose male companion rode track bikes between LA & Ojai often; he'd let a friend of his use my bike who regularly rode that to a dishwashing job he'd had at a local Ojai bowling alley. There, someone who'd not liked him very much, a sort of hapless pauper of diminutive stature; took my bike and drove over that with a four by four pickup truck.

I did get to salvage what remained useful off the frame, a local mechanic had managed to get ahold of and store with a passel of bicycles he'd had; an interesting fellow himself I'd met working at a commercial repair shop in town which featured good jazz playing over their radio in the shop area of the place which seemed devoted entirely to repair without any retail sales. He'd also worked at times in a favored diner there Shirley's as their fry cook; and was one of the town's parole/probation officers too, I think dealt mostly with youth at risk in trouble with the law.

The poor fellow who'd had the dishwashing job acted deeply chagrined, since he'd had no way to compensate me for my loss, other than my having been able to salvage parts including a nice generator light set-up and a few other things; soon ending up on my Raleigh Colt when I got that for $15 from a thrift store in Snohomish, WA and restored the thing-including changing over to an easier to overhaul normal Sturmey-Archer three speed hub, rather than the coaster brake three speed the bike came with.

I'd liked having the normal hand brake on the back too, though had the coaster brake been easier to work on I did attempt with mixed results; I'd of probably kept that...nothing like being able to waste a few miles of rubber and get a good screeching sound out of the tire, when locking up the back wheel with a coaster brake. I still out of long habit, make motorcycle type sound effects when I'm riding; or even sometimes when I'm not, in various situations...and will probably trash a set of playing cards too, someday-for the fun of that pastime...getting them set up to flap against the spokes for the sound effect.

I wonder if that is really bad for the spokes, as people used to complain; trying to get us to stop using playing cards that way?

bobstad 03-23-16 11:43 AM

crotch rot, etcetera...
 

Originally Posted by njkayaker (Post 18630230)
There should be a serial number on the underside of the bottom bracket.

The "contraband" thing is silly.

Lots of new bikes don't have metal badges on the head tube.

It's quite likely that vast numbers of legal bikes in California are not registered.

Hey, some of the most ingrained and unavoidable phenomena, are silly; while for myself, getting a required by law California state bicycle license at least at one point seemed a reasonable and relatively painless, easy thing to do. No doubt, guessing, only a minority of folks there ever do get their bicycles registered and licensed; which I'd imagine few people selling bicycles in various sorts of retail outlets, ever try to promote or even alert a person too.

I did get my bicycle returned to me, with no attempt at their retention of that by the cop shop; though now, I wonder if I'd actually presented the bicycle there-or merely asked about getting a license? I sure remember being disturbed by the situation-a huge investment of time & expense both and also very creatively rendered I'd put my heart into, before I'd gotten things straightened out; and have to imagine these sorts of regulations may get employed selectively enough to be considered prejudicial, against certain folk. Without the license, I'd of been vulnerable at any time to having my bike seized and likely taken away from me permanently without recourse-if my own situation were difficult, particularly; so well worth being copasetic.

There have been times and I'd imagine still are places, where cars aren't required to be licensed; as for instance guns may someday be-so that getting oneself organized could be a worthwhile venture, even if odious? I'd guess with bicycles, registration and licensing is mainly to combat theft; so I'd be curious how universal California's law has become? If a lax phenomena, as is easy to suspect; perhaps having a license isn't too effective a theft protection, where I'd imagine the owner is usually the only person typically bothered-for evidence of compliance with the law?

One aside, sort of funny if not too closely related; was when I refused to sign a traffic ticket, given me for supposedly running a stop sign while I was on this bike-done mid afternoon in the middle of the week in Eureka, CA the fall of 1998. An easy day to recall the approximate date of, since only a day before the sister of a woman I'd been breaking up with, after our five months' love affair; got killed in a car wreck...single parent mother of teen daughters, raised living in Orange county with the two elder sisters' parents. Said to be ballerinas, I'd not until now imagined that as something occasioned by the painful & abrupt loss of their Mom? My former lover, a self-described "theatrical person" she'd once claimed I'd not understood about her. <http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_5052336>

That next day found me missing a county bus which had arrived and left too early which is rare, so that I'd ridden fourteen miles in order to make an acupuncture appointment with Ryan Vodden also a karate teacher in Arcata, CA. Following my treatment-whose wife and mother of their three sons is an annoying psychothe******..."the most facetious excuse for a livelihood yet invented" my koan about the trade; I'd emerged onto a secondary arterial California Street, from behind a building which was built close to the sidewalk I'm convinced made impossible any accurate sighting of my running that stop sign from as far away as the policeman had to've been, considering how long he'd taken to apprehend me-let alone as with any survivor cyclist, I'm not in any way given to lack of notice of such things as large and impressive let alone potentially dangerous, and didn't recall at all seeing that cop while also glancing a long ways in the direction he'd come from which in hindsight at least seemed a nearly vacant span of space nearly to Harris Street, the first perpendicular street with a stop light many blocks south.

Only near the end of the next block, had an Eureka city police officer in a black & white squad car, come up and stop me; someone a Hmong who later going to the county jail I found I terrorized inadvertently, by suggesting he'd perhaps planted something on me-whose stop turned out to be a faux illegal drug check, actually harassment of an older middle age man with a full beard, riding around town midday on a funky looking old bike.

I'd been inspired by someone a regular caller to KMUD-FM's call-in talk weekly morning talk show Thank Jah It's Friday; who'd been a vociferously demonstrative disabled Vietnam veteran, a cannabis rights activist-often phoning to tell about himself and specifically trying to get people to ask for writs of habeus corpus when detained by law enforcement. I'd tried to do, though to date have never figured out what I'd of needed to done to actually accomplish that...which since has become a disallowed though once fundamental aspect of American democracy, going the same route as bankruptcy for individuals-certainly a sleazy corruption of government, in either case. <http://www.kmud.org/>

The cop had gone through a little cardboard box I'd had nearly full of library books on the bike's rear carrier, looking for some pot or other drugs; who then asked if he'd find any needle drugs inside my half full pouch of Drum cigarette tobacco-rather than taking the trouble to look himself he'd been holding in one hand, which is what made me irked enough to suggest he'd tried to plant drugs on me: whose reaction seemed to imply his own fear of the bureaucracy, he was employed by. Or, perhaps simply a thespian; which is one of the human arts I'm least likely to feel I'm being manipulated by, or in other words I'd probably make a lousy poker player.

In Eureka not a light situation, since a place known widely as "the most corrupt town on the west coast" for a panoply of reasons, as urban hub of the most lucrative and largest illicit cannabis growing region in the country-which during 2006 a well known cannabis advocacy organization NORML got a lot of notice about, claiming this as the nation's largest cash crop, with more retail sales & revenue than corn & wheat combined...all tax free. Where so-called "hippies" actually a far different and more stringent culture and society than the kindly folk who also like the herb, the Mexican mafia, and reactionaries like the Ku Klux Klan allied with neoNazis, all compete with one another and internecine too-making living there about as close to a war zone as imaginable.

Despite the stupid romanticization of the area which draws so many people without means to live there, with no tax base since hardly any industry; who end up stressing out local individuals and/or organizations who have to attempt helping the least advantaged. Where there's a constant shortage of housing at all income levels; and where lots of more well off folks often also end up also attracted by similar romantic notions, who are frequently disillusioned in most difficult ways.

Another acupuncturist Kevin LaPorta I'd gone to nearly four years, for instance murdered during 2002 in one of the most horrific killings imaginable; snuffed by the grandmother of his nineteen month old daughter, whose mother he'd never married and been in a custody battle with. A kindly, athletic man with a neatly trimmed beard & little pony tail and a pleasure to be treated by, who was diminutive and balding and had an undergraduate degree in psychology; with some property in the mountains east of Fortuna, CA where he'd raised yaks & other animals while commuting three times a week on Monday, Wednesday & Friday to his physician gig.

I'd ended up in their pokey on a Thursday, so had to sit in the can until Tuesday when I got taken before superior court judge Marilyn Miles-a looker a person would like to take home to their mother; she'd wanted me to take time served, to pay the fine. I refused and instead a few weeks later went before another magistrate in a far more pedestrian & modest facility where the charges were dismissed due to failure to prosecute. Interestingly, right in front of me had been another bicyclist also stopped for allegedly running a stop sign with his bike; whom that same judge also dismissed charges against, while lecturing the policeman about how irksome the local cops were-for ticketing bicyclists running stop signs, when they'd many far more serious matters a lot more pressing to pursue.

The first night I was in lock-up, I'd been put into a large room of cots with several other men; then the next morning had to face an uniformed officer who'd looked as if he'd spent lots of time pumping iron, asking me what gang I'd been a member of...so idiotic a suggestion I simply turned my back on him and began to walk away-when I got put into a hammer lock and escorted thus, all the way to a solitary confinement cell. There, I'd been able to contemplate some art a prior occupant we'd imagine; had sketched on the wall above where the foot of my cot stood: An image of the Xtian "fish," stood on that's tail, to present an iconic image of a woman's open crotch. With some accompanying dialogue as well as a similar and more crude representation of the alternative gender's genitalia, as if approaching a sexual union together.

When I got took from there to the court room, this was with an uniformed woman in a county sheriff's deputy's garb; whose black on green lettering name patch above her left chest pocket proclaimed her as a Ms., Miss or Mrs. "LOVEALL" I still think rather strange.

bobstad 03-23-16 01:20 PM


Originally Posted by njkayaker (Post 18631068)
^^^^^^

??? Huh?



The license requirement is local (not state wide).

https://calbike.org/san-diego-repeal...e-license-law/


Wow, looks like I'd been caught in the snares of the worst of the phenomena; so good to learn a little about that, rather than getting dissed as if a moron.

My worst trials were circa 1998...where anyone reading my experience can see that I'm well sensitive as well as imaginative about the problems, which led to abandonment of licensing there. Any thief could easily peal off the state license sticker; so not that great a deterrent to theft, as far as I can see?

Maybe a better plan, could be some sort of relatively simple device; inserted into the frame's tubing, which could be identified from outside the bike somehow?

Or better, if one was able to somehow identify their bicycle as unique; like a tattoo, with a human being. I keep my bike purposely funky, since at least a little less attractive to theft that way. I think one reason I got the bike back following a recent theft; is the thieves imagine my doing various upgrades, which would make the bike more valuable to purloin.

For instance, my beloved generator light system, got heavily trashed; I'd fabricated quite a lot of myself, the various means of attaching the head and tail lights and the generator itself. Now all bent up, which I'm not sure could be repaired; I guess they imagine my spending down on one of those stupid over-bright rechargeable lighting systems, which I hate.

Talk with a city bus driver about those; who are irked at the blinding effect of the headlights, while liking the very visible red rear lights.

bobstad 03-24-16 01:19 AM


Originally Posted by njkayaker (Post 18631703)
Write less; read more.

"you are what you say; no hit backs..."

Anyone remember that ditty;* from grade school playground at recess, in my experiences? To counter someone's attempting to insult or otherwise say something hurtful.

Usually amongst various other often repeated social actions; like giving someone a knuckle to the center of their bicep most painfully, or another torturous device whose name then I've also not quite remembered where a person's grip from either hand is twisted tightly in opposition to one another around the other person's wrist which raises a reddish sort of skin color from that painful effect...either of which the recipient is expected to endure stoically as part of these interchanges enacted somewhere between a ritual, handshake & corporal punishment.

*There's a good piece of generic advice, no doubt many a writer has had to ponder; that says one of the craft's biggest challenges, is knowing what to leave out. There are times for me, when that's not really opportune however; which with the technology now, is easy to imagine many people are confronted with.

So that for me, just providing punctuation; and some obvious things like sentences and paragraphs in what can easily become long blocks of formless scree, seems pretty good and definitely good enough...of the moment, if I ever want to get the feeling of moving on. Forums like this one, of which I participate in at least one other the FordFestiva.com one, also as "bobstad" are definitely not my only interest-even simply writing.

I do get encouragement, even from strangers; someone at Welcome to FordFestiva.com for instance I've never met and only recognize now from their one post commenting on me "Kurt Vonnegut, sort of...and a desperately poor George Carlin" of my real life, non-fictional experiences: Or a good friend, the late Bert Wilson a musician's "if you'd of been able to discipline yourself, you'd of been a better more popular writer than Ernest Hemingway" which was startling, not long prior to his passing.

One thread at the Festiva website, sort of my opus there; yielded "the weirdest most amusing thread" that writer claimed they'd ever read there in their post, part of a thread "my great sticker idea; Somnambulance for safety..." a person can find under that title, searching the site.

A fun romp, with lots of input including my own; about some stickers I had made, including the inspiration-done for the windshield above the wipers in reverse lettering using yellow vinyl two inches high; ostensibly so a person reading that in their rear view mirror, might get to thinking about driving while asleep or nearly so...though also implying other things done while asleep too-even sex.

Anyway, anyone say even njkayaker; is capable of a cheap shot taking only seconds to accomplish, while I'd be interested and perhaps surprised to see of that source or another other, what an equal volume of spontaneous writing taking the same amount of time; might give? Or similar, knowing how different anyone is from anyone else in habit & kind.

I remember long ago, trying to get through college which did eventually give me a BA more or less oriented towards music; I'd wanted badly to become a lawyer, imaging romantically some sort of public service like civil rights or the A. C. L. U.

Though I think writing is a lot like the pursuit of law; where as a word smith, you do evolve by making sometimes even legalistic choices trying to get more subtle effect from wording things, etcetera...were I composing music, I think that's probably a lot the same only different?

I've done a little of that too, the sort of random riff or even a whole tune on one occasion; which popped out spontaneous, upon a five year-old's request I play him something...which even has a bridge, and that I've easily recalled ever since.

That takes off with the first six tones from "Arkansas Traveler" though not the same melody; which I have tried to write down and no doubt could if I'd take the time, which sort of leaves me confused I'm that weak with those skills. Anyone who plays, will likely know the feeling; where they'd definitely like to get to more of that, rather than spending so much time at text keyboards...oh well.

njkayaker 03-24-16 02:07 AM

Talking about old bikes...

i put a three ring Bio-Cam sprocket on the bike a long time ago, given me by a bike store mechanic; so have no idea what was on the bike as found, if anything?

I think hot-rodding 27" wheel size bikes a lot more natural than collecting and/or restoring them, no?

There is an informally run shop locally where they've several paid mechanics on staff with lots & lots of gleaned old 27" parts organized roughly in bins; a person can pick through to purchase for what amounts to a donation, of whatever one may chose as affordable.

I sent an email to a large on-line bicycle parts website; who answered informatively, suggesting one eBay product they'd come up with as an example I might follow up on, or search similarly on my own. Their search specified; "vintage NOS cyclometer" amongst other things, though I've also tried "odometer" too-with other interesting results.

And, I really think a manufacturer could do people a favor; by producing more of these quite handy, durable, simple and nearly indestructible items-

As opposed to contemporary complex devices, which always seem to overkill with information, easily malfunction, while frequently difficult to comprehend let alone use; when all I need is a good idea of how far I've gone, or how far I've yet to go getting somewhere:

I'm still irked they did away with 27" which has always seemed simply to screw people who'd committed to those, now years ago.

Nowdays seems nearly forgotten, what once had been a mantra of at least a few; that somewhere between "high tech" and "low or no tech" is "appropriate technology," which pedal power bicycle and cycling gear manufacturers seem particularly to've lost track of-in a realm where this seems most crucial, for the largest number of people, too.

I think mainly, to turn a buck: Mimicking the computer industry's logarithmic spiral of technical expansion.

Mentioning the faceted realms of alcohol consumption in conjunction with that to her; as what is known to flush the liver of toxins from air-borne hydrocarbons as well as similarly toxins from, many if not most industrial solvents, basically the root causes of nearly all or at least most air-pollution are my educated guesses now extrapolating from reading prior opinions I think exactly that, in sources long now forgotten: Which otherwise is the same liver function, which in some heavy drinkers, can ultimately ruin that organ of the human body.

David Crosby the famous rock musician is one example, who got himself another liver along the way; whose autobiography is worth a read, for the frank mention of a few things about various common enough "condiments" of life like frequent cannabis use, as not so care-free as this is sometimes often portrayed.

When I first began my way of life as a recipient of government SSDI/SSI income assistance early in '85, by the following spring encouraged by a woman I'd considered marriage with a few years prior; I'd moved to Mount Vernon, WA in order to study with macrobiotic nutritionist Bruce Berkowsky, who amongst other things had me read a thick book he'd had, a fairly common popular title rather than a reference book, about these things associated with drinking alcoholic beverages.

As someone who has enjoyed both cross-country as well as urban cycling a great deal; traveling heavily trafficked byways in cities or overland, with often a good dose of noxious enough air to breath when working far harder than the pilots of internal combustion vehicles, or now those with electric power; I'm thoughtful about the association I made about a quarter-century ago even prior to meeting and studying with Berkowsky, between my peyote use and that of my first ten-speed; which I'd not but weeks prior traveled with, from east Dallas via San Diego to near Bonner's Ferry. Pedaling as mentioned about fourteen hundred of the four thousand or so miles I crossed; while also making some of the remarkable connections I did.

One thing comes to mind now of that journey my first introductory lines have left out. This was meeting a man who was riding a unicycle, I think from Boston to Los Angeles; feasibly even a round trip. We'd met in west Texas if I'm not mistaken, or perhaps as I was crossing New Mexico I flew over in three days; by then finally in good cycling trim with the wind if not at my back certainly neither in my face.

We'd been at the sort of a popular truck stop many types of travelers like to use, since for one thing way out in the middle of so-called "nowhere" made amicable to anyone who'd likely patronize the establishment.

I wasn't in the habit of slowing down much at those sorts of stops, eating out of super-markets mostly while doing all my own cooking if need be along side the road; not only to save money, also in interests of good health since by then already well established in the study of macrobiotics let alone pedaling to a gathering of Antahkarana Circle of healers.

A communal yoga study group of often well educated indigents, also named as having produced the Jimi Hendrix album Rainbow Bridge; "Antahkarana" a word taken from the second of Patenjali's yoga sutras, meaning as I've seen that most often translated "the thinking principle" often heard of that society however as "rainbow bridge," I guess for obvious reasons: Things no doubt already mentioned here in my opening screed of thoughts, is a good guess without backtracking to make sure.

Besides meeting that unicyclist what was also remarkable, at I think that same place we'd met or certainly someplace quite similar; was that I'd been nearly surrounded by a swarm of bees, not bothering or stinging me and/or us. Which seemed to be moving slowly over the landscape as if perhaps seeking a new home somewhere? That was also as impressive as seeing someone who was riding on a unicycle, so great a distance.

Anyway, I think anyone thoughtful; can appreciate the vast advantages of pedal power over other means of increasing the natural traveling range of a normal human being: Given all the difficulties of other means of human conveyance, in the long run; which would have to be something, cycling, considered along with reasonable and efficient public transportation, for the efficacy of those in combination: While considerably de-emphasizing more corrosive means of getting around, more quickly than walking.

I've read a bike does eightfold the work, of one's feet alone; over similar surfaces: While another more arcane piece of data I've picked up, is a person's astral body has a top speed of forty-seven miles an hour. That's about all I know of astral bodies, too; so something I'd not mind better explained to me?

Sometimes I think about having a means of attaching my bike to railroad tracks; so I'd be able to pedal those easily wherever they'd lead me to? That shouldn't be too difficult to accomplish; with a means nearly as free-wheeling as on the open road: Even some sort of set-up so a number of cyclists could travel co-joined while pedaling along together, like a raft on the railroad lines? You'd want to be well enough informed about trains coming along, of course.

The drivers always sported Greek fisherman's captain's hats; and were given a little to acting like the captain of a ship at sea-fine regal older gentlemen always African American in my experiences, too: Guessing, jazz musician Count Basie who favored an identical cap; sold a few at least of his LPs amongst that select crowd?

To me, the simplicity of a mechanical mile counter is the main attraction; wherein, I think having one of those which is quality made-will determine satisfaction in the end.

There does seem to be a wide degree of difference in what I can see on line, in the relative quality which had been offered: While I doubt any of them were made to be particularly high quality, either.

Maybe someone in the contemporary market, could offer a device combining all the best of the rest; while also establishing a high degree of quality and reliability, too? Even advances since then in various aspects of design and manufacture; could realize an affordable yet reasonably advanced, better quality unit.

For another thing, all the electronic devices use up batteries; which are biohazards in the making: Really a confounding thing, for an interest so supposedly eco-friendly.

Plus, I myself have become so dependent upon gadgets, such as calculators; I need to take off my shoes, to count to twenty. Imagine a war between two nations; one dependent upon robots, the other all martial artists. What sort of citizen is the culmination of each; and of which, is more worth preserving?

The poster, one I tried to get the Peerless office in Oakland, next to the Greyhound station, to give me a copy of they'd promised to send though never did; is one I used to see and try to study if there was time enough, at the Fremont, CA Greyhound station.

This was apparently a copy of a Peerless Stage Lines poster, from perhaps the 1920s. What was depicted was the apparently wealthy enough owner of the Peerless Stage Lines; in a chaise lounge type chair who'd fallen asleep beneath a large tree in his back yard: With his big dream bubble, nearly dominating the whole image of the poster.

This showed the Peerless Stage Lines owner's dream of a huge trans-continental bus; taking up both directions of traffic on a six lane super highway.

The bus was as large as an ocean liner; with several swimming pools on various decks of the bus, along with a heli-port on the roof of one of the upper most decks-which cars that looked like old Model Ts with helicopter blades, were landing and taking off from-as the huge bus rolled down the highway.

ycle and cycling gear manufacturers seemed simply toxins from air-borne hydrocarbons as similarly to've yet to go getting somewhere this seem particularly the root causes often portrayed.

When I first began my own. Their search similarly forgotten: Which other think mainly, too.

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Nowdays seems most crucial, for the complex devices, which has always seems most industry's logarithmic spiral of technical expansion.

Mention of a few; that organ of the human body.

David Crosby the following spring encouraged by a woman I'd moved they did away with macrobiotic nutritioning the famous rock musician is one example I might follow up on, or how far I've yet to flush the like frequent cannabis use; who answered information, or search specified; "vintage NOS cyclometer" amongst other liver of people and cycle and nearly on my own. Their search similarly on my own. Their search specified; "vintage NOS cyclometer" amongst other.

We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

bobstad 03-24-16 02:58 AM

The following is strange, which mostly reads like my own writing culled from various sources; yet, also can seem as if someone else nearly mirroring my own experiences with their own with writing about those that closely resembles what I've done?

Too closely, to really seem viable as something not written & experienced by myself in most instances; though in other places, feeling obviously someone else...just at the very ending here, the several paragraphs following below, beginning "ycle and"...which ends "The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...":

So that, with so much to read; I think trying to reply more, with thoughts which relate-is basically well beyond practicality. A person wants more, some reasonable situation; with actual persons, physicality of various other sorts...and allied or even remote idioms, etcetera. Nice to be thought of, however!

"ycle and cycling gear manufacturers seemed simply toxins from air-borne hydrocarbons as similarly to've yet to go getting somewhere this seem particularly the root causes often portrayed.

When I first began my own. Their search similarly forgotten: Which other think mainly, too.

Nowdays seem particularly toxins from reading from air-pollution are my educated guesses now extrapolating from reading prior opinions I think mainly, to screw people, to turn a realm where between "high tech" is "appropriate tech" is "appropriate technology," which always seems nearly toxins from, many if not most air-pollution, who go getting results.

And, I really to screw people who'd common popular title rather liver of toxins from, many if not most air-pollution are my educated guesses now extrapolating one eBay product the famous rock musician is one example and "low or no tech" and "low or no technical expansion.

David Crosby the root causes of nearly to've lost track of-in a read a thick book he'd had, a few things as well as similarly that, in sources long the famous rock musician is one exactly that to go getting results. David Crosby the same liver along the way; whose, now years ago. And, I really that, in sources long now forgotten, what once had been a buck: Mimicking results.

I think exactly difficult to complex devices, who amongst other liver along now forgotten: Which pedal power bicycle particularly on my way with otherwise is the same liver of how far I've yet to those, now years prior; I'd moved to Mount Vernon, WA in order things about various rock musician is one example, who go getting one eBay producing one use; when all I need is worth a reading from, many if not most air-pollution are my own. Their search similarly toxins from, many if not so care-free as thick book he'd had me reading results.

Nowdays seems most crucial, for the complex devices, which has always seems most industry's logarithmic spiral of technical expansion.

Mention of a few; that organ of the human body.

David Crosby the following spring encouraged by a woman I'd moved they did away with macrobiotic nutritioning the famous rock musician is one example I might follow up on, or how far I've yet to flush the like frequent cannabis use; who answered information, or search specified; "vintage NOS cyclometer" amongst other liver of people and cycle and nearly on my own. Their search similarly on my own. Their search specified; "vintage NOS cyclometer" amongst other.

We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones..."





Originally Posted by njkayaker (Post 18632388)
Talking about old bikes...

i put a three ring Bio-Cam sprocket on the bike a long time ago, given me by a bike store mechanic; so have no idea what was on the bike as found, if anything?

I think hot-rodding 27" wheel size bikes a lot more natural than collecting and/or restoring them, no?

There is an informally run shop locally where they've several paid mechanics on staff with lots & lots of gleaned old 27" parts organized roughly in bins; a person can pick through to purchase for what amounts to a donation, of whatever one may chose as affordable.

I sent an email to a large on-line bicycle parts website; who answered informatively, suggesting one eBay product they'd come up with as an example I might follow up on, or search similarly on my own. Their search specified; "vintage NOS cyclometer" amongst other things, though I've also tried "odometer" too-with other interesting results.

And, I really think a manufacturer could do people a favor; by producing more of these quite handy, durable, simple and nearly indestructible items-

As opposed to contemporary complex devices, which always seem to overkill with information, easily malfunction, while frequently difficult to comprehend let alone use; when all I need is a good idea of how far I've gone, or how far I've yet to go getting somewhere:

I'm still irked they did away with 27" which has always seemed simply to screw people who'd committed to those, now years ago.

Nowdays seems nearly forgotten, what once had been a mantra of at least a few; that somewhere between "high tech" and "low or no tech" is "appropriate technology," which pedal power bicycle and cycling gear manufacturers seem particularly to've lost track of-in a realm where this seems most crucial, for the largest number of people, too.

I think mainly, to turn a buck: Mimicking the computer industry's logarithmic spiral of technical expansion.

Mentioning the faceted realms of alcohol consumption in conjunction with that to her; as what is known to flush the liver of toxins from air-borne hydrocarbons as well as similarly toxins from, many if not most industrial solvents, basically the root causes of nearly all or at least most air-pollution are my educated guesses now extrapolating from reading prior opinions I think exactly that, in sources long now forgotten: Which otherwise is the same liver function, which in some heavy drinkers, can ultimately ruin that organ of the human body.

David Crosby the famous rock musician is one example, who got himself another liver along the way; whose autobiography is worth a read, for the frank mention of a few things about various common enough "condiments" of life like frequent cannabis use, as not so care-free as this is sometimes often portrayed.

When I first began my way of life as a recipient of government SSDI/SSI income assistance early in '85, by the following spring encouraged by a woman I'd considered marriage with a few years prior; I'd moved to Mount Vernon, WA in order to study with macrobiotic nutritionist Bruce Berkowsky, who amongst other things had me read a thick book he'd had, a fairly common popular title rather than a reference book, about these things associated with drinking alcoholic beverages.

As someone who has enjoyed both cross-country as well as urban cycling a great deal; traveling heavily trafficked byways in cities or overland, with often a good dose of noxious enough air to breath when working far harder than the pilots of internal combustion vehicles, or now those with electric power; I'm thoughtful about the association I made about a quarter-century ago even prior to meeting and studying with Berkowsky, between my peyote use and that of my first ten-speed; which I'd not but weeks prior traveled with, from east Dallas via San Diego to near Bonner's Ferry. Pedaling as mentioned about fourteen hundred of the four thousand or so miles I crossed; while also making some of the remarkable connections I did.

One thing comes to mind now of that journey my first introductory lines have left out. This was meeting a man who was riding a unicycle, I think from Boston to Los Angeles; feasibly even a round trip. We'd met in west Texas if I'm not mistaken, or perhaps as I was crossing New Mexico I flew over in three days; by then finally in good cycling trim with the wind if not at my back certainly neither in my face.

We'd been at the sort of a popular truck stop many types of travelers like to use, since for one thing way out in the middle of so-called "nowhere" made amicable to anyone who'd likely patronize the establishment.

I wasn't in the habit of slowing down much at those sorts of stops, eating out of super-markets mostly while doing all my own cooking if need be along side the road; not only to save money, also in interests of good health since by then already well established in the study of macrobiotics let alone pedaling to a gathering of Antahkarana Circle of healers.

A communal yoga study group of often well educated indigents, also named as having produced the Jimi Hendrix album Rainbow Bridge; "Antahkarana" a word taken from the second of Patenjali's yoga sutras, meaning as I've seen that most often translated "the thinking principle" often heard of that society however as "rainbow bridge," I guess for obvious reasons: Things no doubt already mentioned here in my opening screed of thoughts, is a good guess without backtracking to make sure.

Besides meeting that unicyclist what was also remarkable, at I think that same place we'd met or certainly someplace quite similar; was that I'd been nearly surrounded by a swarm of bees, not bothering or stinging me and/or us. Which seemed to be moving slowly over the landscape as if perhaps seeking a new home somewhere? That was also as impressive as seeing someone who was riding on a unicycle, so great a distance.

Anyway, I think anyone thoughtful; can appreciate the vast advantages of pedal power over other means of increasing the natural traveling range of a normal human being: Given all the difficulties of other means of human conveyance, in the long run; which would have to be something, cycling, considered along with reasonable and efficient public transportation, for the efficacy of those in combination: While considerably de-emphasizing more corrosive means of getting around, more quickly than walking.

I've read a bike does eightfold the work, of one's feet alone; over similar surfaces: While another more arcane piece of data I've picked up, is a person's astral body has a top speed of forty-seven miles an hour. That's about all I know of astral bodies, too; so something I'd not mind better explained to me?

Sometimes I think about having a means of attaching my bike to railroad tracks; so I'd be able to pedal those easily wherever they'd lead me to? That shouldn't be too difficult to accomplish; with a means nearly as free-wheeling as on the open road: Even some sort of set-up so a number of cyclists could travel co-joined while pedaling along together, like a raft on the railroad lines? You'd want to be well enough informed about trains coming along, of course.

The drivers always sported Greek fisherman's captain's hats; and were given a little to acting like the captain of a ship at sea-fine regal older gentlemen always African American in my experiences, too: Guessing, jazz musician Count Basie who favored an identical cap; sold a few at least of his LPs amongst that select crowd?

To me, the simplicity of a mechanical mile counter is the main attraction; wherein, I think having one of those which is quality made-will determine satisfaction in the end.

There does seem to be a wide degree of difference in what I can see on line, in the relative quality which had been offered: While I doubt any of them were made to be particularly high quality, either.

Maybe someone in the contemporary market, could offer a device combining all the best of the rest; while also establishing a high degree of quality and reliability, too? Even advances since then in various aspects of design and manufacture; could realize an affordable yet reasonably advanced, better quality unit.

For another thing, all the electronic devices use up batteries; which are biohazards in the making: Really a confounding thing, for an interest so supposedly eco-friendly.

Plus, I myself have become so dependent upon gadgets, such as calculators; I need to take off my shoes, to count to twenty. Imagine a war between two nations; one dependent upon robots, the other all martial artists. What sort of citizen is the culmination of each; and of which, is more worth preserving?

The poster, one I tried to get the Peerless office in Oakland, next to the Greyhound station, to give me a copy of they'd promised to send though never did; is one I used to see and try to study if there was time enough, at the Fremont, CA Greyhound station.

This was apparently a copy of a Peerless Stage Lines poster, from perhaps the 1920s. What was depicted was the apparently wealthy enough owner of the Peerless Stage Lines; in a chaise lounge type chair who'd fallen asleep beneath a large tree in his back yard: With his big dream bubble, nearly dominating the whole image of the poster.

This showed the Peerless Stage Lines owner's dream of a huge trans-continental bus; taking up both directions of traffic on a six lane super highway.

The bus was as large as an ocean liner; with several swimming pools on various decks of the bus, along with a heli-port on the roof of one of the upper most decks-which cars that looked like old Model Ts with helicopter blades, were landing and taking off from-as the huge bus rolled down the highway.

ycle and cycling gear manufacturers seemed simply toxins from air-borne hydrocarbons as similarly to've yet to go getting somewhere this seem particularly the root causes often portrayed.

When I first began my own. Their search similarly forgotten: Which other think mainly, too.

Nowdays seem particularly toxins from reading from air-pollution are my educated guesses now extrapolating from reading prior opinions I think mainly, to screw people, to turn a realm where between "high tech" is "appropriate tech" is "appropriate technology," which always seems nearly toxins from, many if not most air-pollution, who go getting results.

And, I really to screw people who'd common popular title rather liver of toxins from, many if not most air-pollution are my educated guesses now extrapolating one eBay product the famous rock musician is one example and "low or no tech" and "low or no technical expansion.

David Crosby the root causes of nearly to've lost track of-in a read a thick book he'd had, a few things as well as similarly that, in sources long the famous rock musician is one exactly that to go getting results. David Crosby the same liver along the way; whose, now years ago. And, I really that, in sources long now forgotten, what once had been a buck: Mimicking results.

I think exactly difficult to complex devices, who amongst other liver along now forgotten: Which pedal power bicycle particularly on my way with otherwise is the same liver of how far I've yet to those, now years prior; I'd moved to Mount Vernon, WA in order things about various rock musician is one example, who go getting one eBay producing one use; when all I need is worth a reading from, many if not most air-pollution are my own. Their search similarly toxins from, many if not so care-free as thick book he'd had me reading results.

Nowdays seems most crucial, for the complex devices, which has always seems most industry's logarithmic spiral of technical expansion.

Mention of a few; that organ of the human body.

David Crosby the following spring encouraged by a woman I'd moved they did away with macrobiotic nutritioning the famous rock musician is one example I might follow up on, or how far I've yet to flush the like frequent cannabis use; who answered information, or search specified; "vintage NOS cyclometer" amongst other liver of people and cycle and nearly on my own. Their search similarly on my own. Their search specified; "vintage NOS cyclometer" amongst other.

We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...


bobstad 03-24-16 03:05 AM

I get the feeling, to make better product doing writing such as just preceeding; a use of colors or other means, to better differentiate than what's available...punctuation, sentences, paragraphs, etc.

A person feels like they could perhaps publish a book, almost; to truly address what is trying here to be written of-to be able to really communicate, rather than contribute what may not be well enough read, or even read at all?

Though, perhaps I don't credit the medium very well; is an alternative thought? While posting at fordfestiva.com there'd not been too extensive a readership if counting their numbers were meaningful; though here those type numbers are larger by decimal points, thus someone may be getting some value of what for me definitely seems worthy enough...to the point a person really dislikes feeling feasibly wasteful, too?

Here's some dialogue just below, almost certainly not my own; from the prior posts, one just above here...while all the rest seems obviously what I've written myself.

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We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones..."

looks like some sort of defaming of Ford Cobra creator and race car familiar Carol Shelby? I don't get the bumblebees, nickels, onions & belt jargon too well, or at all really?


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