tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post6848266985164767513..comments2024-01-30T22:53:34.269-08:00Comments on Musings of an Intrepid Commuter: irondadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17821323482397075170noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-48475543537695368182007-10-01T23:16:00.000-07:002007-10-01T23:16:00.000-07:00Wish I coulda been there, too... But you create su...Wish I coulda been there, too... But you create such lovely mental images, it almost feels as though I were. <BR/><BR/>Tonight (MON 01OCT) we have fog. Very very thick fog. I'm not looking forward to being on the road tonight.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-58476048848946635162007-09-29T09:49:00.000-07:002007-09-29T09:49:00.000-07:00Steve,It never hurts to see another's perspective....Steve,<BR/>It never hurts to see another's perspective. Do you ride hard or stop to take photos? We all need to see things from both angles.<BR/><BR/>I think I'll deal with that more in the next post.<BR/><BR/>As to stopping at my Father's grave? It was that kind of night. One, I was nearby. Two, the night had sort of an "otherwordly" or ghostly quality to it. Three, the ride ended up being very special. It deeply touched me. Seemed fitting to stop and share it, if only symbolically.<BR/><BR/>Take care,<BR/><BR/>Danirondadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17821323482397075170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-24228726385302664862007-09-29T08:15:00.000-07:002007-09-29T08:15:00.000-07:00I see the same sort of people lost in their own wo...I see the same sort of people lost in their own worlds when they are in public. Or they are just afraid to acknowledge or make contact with other people. Being a bit of a loner myself I know I can become indifferent to others with ease and have tried hard to be more sociable. When I walk in our neighborhood now I wave to every passing car just to practive...<BR/><BR/>I am not afraid to laugh or have a good time in public though. I would have been all over that singing deer.<BR/><BR/>Your description of the moonlight ride was perfect. We've had the bright moon and clear skies here and I have not gone out to ride. Kim worries about me being out at night. I will say that had I been with you guys I would have ruined the ride. Often. I stop all the time to shoot pictures. Maybe I need to experiment a bit with a the flow of a ride....<BR/><BR/>And the comment about paying respects to your dad tightened my chest. I have not visited mine since he was buried. I think of him often though.<BR/><BR/>Great post Dan.<BR/><BR/>Steve Williams<BR/><A HREF="http://vespalx150.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">Scooter in the Sticks</A>Steve Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04540977884513559091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-1563885581486690102007-09-28T14:52:00.000-07:002007-09-28T14:52:00.000-07:00Bryce,As usual, your thoughtful insight adds a lit...Bryce,<BR/>As usual, your thoughtful insight adds a little deeper meaning to things. My father's buried on a hillside at the top of the slope. It's an old,old,cemetery for sure. Yes, I'm keeping close to my mother as well as finding things for her to move onto.<BR/><BR/>Kano,<BR/>Thanks for the kind words. It's cool knowing local folks are reading, too. Gives you more connection, doesn't it?irondadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17821323482397075170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-44057442900201392092007-09-28T10:05:00.000-07:002007-09-28T10:05:00.000-07:00Once again you re-confirmed why I keep coming back...Once again you re-confirmed why I keep coming back to your site. I tend to get too serious sometimes and you serve as a reminder that there often is a lighter side. <BR/><BR/>This time you've hit on a road that I've been on too and it's an awesome ride out there. I can imagine how cool that must have been under a harvest moon.Kanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07061130052392660661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-75055563972521732432007-09-27T08:32:00.000-07:002007-09-27T08:32:00.000-07:00It was our own special world to enjoy. And bask in...It was our own special world to enjoy. And bask in it we did. We had it all to ourselves, three riders in a place made just for us. I wish I'd brought my camera and yet I know I wouldn't have stopped for pictures. It would have ruined the magic of the ride to halt the flow. <BR/><BR/>You did have a camera Dan...<BR/>in your mind's eye. Those solo<BR/>rides with friends (as you are solo<BR/>and alone without Katie) tend to be<BR/>the rides one remembers, particularly the late evening rides.<BR/>You didn't encounter Bambi or his<BR/>friends nor did you encounter youngsters in souped oriental automobiles drag-racing.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Eventually it was time for us to go our separate ways. I slowed and exchanged waves and horn beeps with my companions. They continued on towards Corvallis while I peeled off on Palestine Road. My father is buried at the top of Palestine Hill. I stopped to pay my respects then continued down the other side of the hill. <BR/><BR/>Your father is buried in the local<BR/>stone orchard? Just asking as in rural areas graveyards seem to <BR/>be in unusual locations and have been for many years.<BR/><BR/>At the bottom I stopped at the stop sign. You can't go straight here. It's either right or left. If you insist on going through the barricade you'll drop twenty feet onto my mother's property. She's been widowed for over a year, now. I've become so much closer to her as I've looked after her. She hates my riding because she worries but she understands the need I feel and the fulfillment I get.<BR/><BR/>Once a mother, always a mother.<BR/>Your Mum is proably quite lonely at times, best you be there for her. The first three years after the death of a spouse are the critical years; the second spouse often follows within three years. Keep her happy, keep her busy and be there for her.<BR/><BR/><BR/>The place was dark save for a light in the dining room window. I decided not to stop since it was so late. Instead, I whispered a quiet 'good night" and headed towards town and Katie.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Best to not break the reverence of the ride and the moment.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Now as to that talking deer...<BR/>when you reply to it we'll all know you've gone off the deep end!Bryce Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13945844038227214559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-26145782186381468042007-09-26T19:28:00.000-07:002007-09-26T19:28:00.000-07:00Lucky,Weirdly enough, that happened to me with the...Lucky,<BR/>Weirdly enough, that happened to me with the Robbie Robot! A little yellow robot who rolled his eyes when you put a coin in the open mouth. It sat and gathered dust until we finally gave it away.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the warning about the deer. Sound advice.<BR/><BR/>Take care,<BR/>Danirondadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17821323482397075170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-73013883288372462362007-09-26T18:47:00.000-07:002007-09-26T18:47:00.000-07:00Great post!To comment on a less-important detail o...Great post!<BR/><BR/>To comment on a less-important detail of the story, you must NEVER tell anyone in a gift-giving position about the singing deer head. You <I>will</I> be given a singing deer head. And it will stop being even slightly entertaining the moment it's in your house.<BR/><BR/>Back in college, there was a local restaurant with a "Robbie" robot bank set out to collect coins for some charity or other. I thought Robbie was hilarious. I mean, hands-on knees, embarassing the "norms", can't breath from laughing hilarious. I'd put any coins I had, one at a time, into Robbie to watch him munch on it and then lick his chops.<BR/><BR/>Later, someone gave me one for Plowfest. It ruined the humor.Luckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12481824369632937289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20666162.post-40545074470351006392007-09-26T18:46:00.000-07:002007-09-26T18:46:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05365496976754643168noreply@blogger.com