Which Way to Go

It was cool this morning in Flower Mound as I unloaded the bike from the old Volvo around 7 a.m. The first thing I noticed was that the rear tire was about flat. I remembered the six innertubes that I had patched a few days ago. Naturally, they're back at the house, perhaps floating around in the basement right now. I pulled one of the two spares I have out of my bag and changed it out, then pumped it up with the tiny but elegant little Silca mini-pump. I realized that it is now the only pump I have. I had a lot on my mind, so I didn't ride too hard this morning, but still logged around 40 miles on the nice roads around here. I rode on roads like King's road, Copper Canyon, Chinn Church and Hill Top. It's always nice to see those universal painted arrows that all of the century rides use, especially when you're not too sure exactly where you are. Whenever I find them, I know I'm on a good road for riding. The only problem is that you never know if you're at the beginning or end of a 100 mile ride! I've ridden these roads a few times in the past, and my favorites are Copper Canyon and Hill Top because they have some nice little climbs on them. There's one section of Copper Canyon that feels a little bit like you're on a switchback on the side of a mountain. Just for a second, though.

I'm hunting around now for a wireless adapter for the old Win98 laptop that I have with me so that I don't have to wait in line to use this desktop computer. It looks like the local Circuit City may have what I need. Most of the more readily available adapters require WinXP or at least 2000.

I called up Allstate Insurance today and got a claim number. Figured I may as well get in the queue now.

The Wife has been in touch with some of the Tulane Psychiatrists who are trying to set up a base of operations at the mental health facility in Jackson Louisiana where Tulane staffs the state mental hospital. It looks like there is a possibility that, if they can find us a place to stay, we might move over there so The Wife can help coordinate. Don't know what we'd to with the Doberman, the Mom, the Mom's dog and our cat, though. Jackson, LA is just North of Baton Rouge and less than two hours from New Orleans. The roads around there are great for riding and are often used for races, so no problems there. Anyway, we'll see how it all shakes out.

This morning, the brother in law left New Orleans, heading to Lafayette to drop off somebody's animals, and then is heading to Jackson, MS and finally to Ft. Walton, FL. He managed to get himself on the local news along the way because he helped transport somebody to Ochsner Hospital on his way. I think he probably took River Road, along the river levee to Causeway Blvd. where you can apparently get to I-10 West. Not hearing any more good news about the city except that efforts to fix up that failed floodwall are in full swing and control of looting has been moved up to the top of the priority list. It would be sad if the house survived the worst hurricane to hit us in history but was destroyed afterward by scumbag looters. Marshall Law means "shoot to kill," right? I'd have no problem with that right now.