Musings Of A Pregnant Yak

Today’s title is inspired by my days at the University of Florida when someone wrote this on the computer terminals we were using. Yes Dear Reader, back in my early days as a student we programmed on “networked” computer terminals that were connected to mainframe servers. While IBM PCs were a thing, “real computing” at that time was done on VAX computers. This tidbit of nearly-thirty-year-old trivia popped into my mind as I drove past Gainesville, FL yesterday.

Forget Me Not
In addition to struggling to find time to do anything of importance during my three-day excursion to Florida I also failed to pack the power brick for my computer. Even in this age of heightened popularity of Macs it’s difficult to borrow, and too expensive to buy another, power brick.

The power brick was not the only thing I managed to leave ITP. In getting ready to do that first ride on Monday I never found my Garmin GPS. I recalled taking it off of the bicycle in Atlanta, and I thought that I had dropped it into my “bicycle” bag, but alas it was not there in Dunedin.

Somebody needs to consult his packing list better before his next trip — read “when I leave a week from today to drive to Black Mountain, NC for LEAF”.

ITP Flickr Pic
I have nothing today. I supposed I could have taken photos of my meals, or the beer I bought, but alas I did not.

The Long, Uneventful Journey
Many may criticize my speed-limit driving, but I was able to pass the numerous speed traps set up along I-75 yesterday with confidence. I don’t need neither the hassle nor the expense of getting pulled over and issued a speeding ticket. Including my stops for breakfast, beer, lunch, and gas (I could have made it all of the way home, but I would have been in need of getting gas this morning) my journey yesterday clocked in at nine hours, thirty minutes.

Here are some musings of my own from the journey there and back:

– I am disappointed in the state of Georgia (whom I assume is responsible) for the closing of so many rest areas on our interstate highways. Perhaps the Federal Government dictates this, but other states seem to have all of their rest areas still in service.

– During two of my stops I noticed that the Shoney’s at that exit had closed. I wasn’t trying to eat at either, though I’ve eaten at Shoney’s in the past. Is the chain in financial straits?

– No QTs exist on I-75 south of I-675 (though there may actually be one just south of I-675).

– Gas in Florida is priced cheaper than it is in Georgia. Why is the state of Georgia become one of the highest-priced (taxed) gas states in the South?

– On the trip down I saw many residents returning home after the hurricane. Yesterday I saw many utility vehicles returning home after helping restore service to those affected by the storm.

– When you are unemployed and return from a trip on Thursday afternoon you are surprised to have it be Friday when you wake up the next day. Time is weird.

Have a great weekend friends!

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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9 Responses to Musings Of A Pregnant Yak

  1. Barb says:

    gas in FL is usually higher, what’s up with that?

    nothing exciting going on around here, went to the doc yesterday, took some new x-rays, said my arm is healing just fine. It will be November before I can really put some pressure on it, probably by Thanksgiving I might be able to ride my mtn bike again.

  2. Paulie [eatl/ga] says:

    Is it your bowling arm? Hope not…

    If I remember correctly I paid $2.16/gal down there.

    Still don’t know where I put Garmin. Might have to turn M6 inside-out to see if I stuffed it in there.

  3. Andrew says:

    Have more rest areas closed other than the Welcome Center? North of Macon is a dead zone but the southern stretch of 75 isn’t too bad. The concept of time is odd when unemployed. You have both too much and not enough time to do things.

  4. The two between the welcome center and Macon have closed. I could have used a stop at the second to walk around as I started to get sleepy.

  5. Barb says:

    no, its my right arm, so my left (bowling) arm is fine. I’ll still be terrible I”m sure.

    found out in Iowa my sister’s boyfriend is a real bowler – he’s had many 300 games. That always amazes me people can throw that many strikes in a row.

  6. Wow. I have never really come *that* close to 300, though as a teenager I rolled a 244 once.

  7. Garmin mystery solved! I put in a place that I must have been certain I would look in Florida, the sunblock bag. Guess what I didn’t use while in Florida because I was riding on mostly-shaded trail — sunblock.

  8. Barb says:

    you have a seperate bag for sunscreen?

  9. Plastic bag in which I also put my chamois butter.

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