Cycling items to take
11/07/2010
Wha? Items No Box Aus Who
Riding wear cycling top 2 H Y mp
cycling pants long legged 1 H Y mp
cycling shorts 2 H Y mp
cycling shoes 1 C Y mp
cycling socks 3 H Y mp
windproof cycling jacket 1 C Y mp
Rain wear cycling coat 1 H Y mp
cycling jumper 1 H Y mp
beanie 1 H Y mp
wet legs 1 H Y mp
booties 0 p
gloves 1 H Y mp
Going out wear fancy pants 1 C Y mp
fancy shirt 1 C Y mp
fancy jumper 1 C Y mp
fancy shoes 0 Y p
fancy socks 1 C Y mp
undies 2 C Y mp
t shirt 1 H Y mp
Sleeping wear tent 1 H Y m
groundsheet 1 H Y m
pegs 8 H Y m
thermarest 1 H Y mp
washingline 1 H Y m
Cookwear stainless steel cup 1 H Y mp
gas bottle 1 TBB m
gas top 1 H Y m
spoon 1 H Y mp
knife 1 H Y mp
coffee pot 1 H Y m
coffee cup 2 H Y mp
tupperware 2 H Y mp
Bike care spare tube 1 H Y mp
allen key set 1 H Y m
chainbreaker 1 H Y m
spokes front and back 2 H Y mp
valve converter 1 H Y mp
brake blocks 2 H Y m
puncture kit 1 H Y mp
lube 1 H Y m
tyre levers 2 H Y mp
pump 1 H Y mp
swiss army knife 1 H Y m
15mm pedal spanner 1 H Y m
cable ties 10 H Y m
spare nuts and bolts 2 H Y m
fork spacer 1 H Y mp
Bike wear front pannier 2 H Y m
rear pannier 2 H Y mp
rack bag 1 H Y mp
handlebar bag 1 C Y mp
bidon 2 H Y mp
helmet 1 C Y mp
lock 1 H Y mp
rear light 1 H Y mp
backpack 1 C Y mp
Body wear deodorant 1 C Y mp
toothpaste 1 C Y mp
tooth brush 1 C Y mp
sun cream 1 TBB mp
razor 1 C Y m
soap 1 TBB mp
shampoo 1 TBB mp
hairbrush 1 TBB m
comb 1 C Y p
towel 1 C Y mp
First Aid care antiseptic 1 H TBB mp
rescue remedy 1 H Y mp
bandaids 1 H TBB mp
asthma 1 C Y m
air sickness 1 C Y p
Everywhere sunglasses 1 C Y mp
bandana 1 C Y mp
docs 1 C Y mp
passport 2 C Y mp
maps TBB m
guides 2 C Y m
pen 1 C Y mp
usb key 1 C Y mp
neckbag 1 C y mp
waistbag 1 C Y m
Electric ware mobile 1 C Y mp
charger 1 C Y mp
cable interface 1 C Y m
laptop 1 C Y m
charger 1 C Y mp
light 1 H Y mp
charger 1 H Y mp
power board 1 H Y m
wall adapter 1 C Y m
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
closer to the day
So much is falling into place, our tickets, insurance,our homeloans,Sheila's new eyeball almost in position,the new wheels are made, the cycling sandals pinioned perfect. Excitement grows with every opening of the Paris map.
I hardly dare believe that through the mayhem that is current work and our uniting of life domestic we have made our trip together happen... love is very rich and warm and funny with Sheila I'm honoured to have found such bliss so late in relationships life......I become completely childlike in the wonder of the familiarity and the huge weight of history and the mountain splendour and the river rumble that is fabulous Europe. Please may I spend my last moments there. the delight of the old being able to simply take it all in without action. The woman in Lampedusa's tale of the last 6 months simply absorbing. The leopard.
Now I find my mind questing to fill in the time for myself after we return in Dec....how does that work? always to be ahead of oneself must be silly. Perhaps the lesson is being learnt as I project myself interminably forward.
Planning for cycling OS must be so that Bramante and Verdi and Palladio can be revived in all their glorious history altering selves.
I hardly dare believe that through the mayhem that is current work and our uniting of life domestic we have made our trip together happen... love is very rich and warm and funny with Sheila I'm honoured to have found such bliss so late in relationships life......I become completely childlike in the wonder of the familiarity and the huge weight of history and the mountain splendour and the river rumble that is fabulous Europe. Please may I spend my last moments there. the delight of the old being able to simply take it all in without action. The woman in Lampedusa's tale of the last 6 months simply absorbing. The leopard.
Now I find my mind questing to fill in the time for myself after we return in Dec....how does that work? always to be ahead of oneself must be silly. Perhaps the lesson is being learnt as I project myself interminably forward.
Planning for cycling OS must be so that Bramante and Verdi and Palladio can be revived in all their glorious history altering selves.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Can one say when one will be no one
Today I read of a German rider who lost his life by being hit unexpectedly by a truck in NZ one week from the conclusion of a round the world bicycle ride
http://www.crazyguyonabike.com/doc/?o=RrzKj&doc_id=4967&v=2w
....so composed this poem....
censor thoughts plethora to become my eternal self directed
as all forge grille external 'tis the means by which soul projected
never is simply an adoptive mind set to inner beings outside the temporal
off limits to rational discussion listed spectral half glanced monaural
now then reassures self imposed time cage sentences clocks by the zillions count out
eventual moments defy prophecy a seers present lies drawn now curtains about
sex you say life's imposed genetic random blending two infinities mind a'bending
again a mind cage forms within Gaia's mercy infinite soul falls to earth all forgetting
yet how is one to see past times infinitely presented as just now
we overlook our numberless potentials in order this our youthful self may grow
haphazard alzheimic wanderings through a heavy world each turn amazed reminder
every space suit for an eternal being demands its own especial provender
now or never is seen in a myriad complex heisenbergian facets dreamlike
our self here is monkey suited stealing immortal apricots to fall before psyche
nevertheless 'tween the two all humanely steadfast standing tis now a time act
each gives another present upon which to meander even as all develop into fact
wilful brutally capable of ending here a life, there a story, should these we follow?
I cannot in repugnance pierce another space suit courtesies before which I bow
lets all have each their way tis but a breath in all time thereby completely unnoticed
live as the role of life draws upon a schema spreading by views of all remotest
be honest then one cannot be at once temporal and still all quiet eternal
every paradox in my monkey suit gives me opportunity to laugh falling infernal
newbies upon correct action insist lest assumed judgement come down hard
oh the suffering inherent in the wronged religious delusion see cruel Abelard
oh sexual love seeks its glory in every heart and light throughout protrude
never preclude with moral idiocy the joys of earthly creatures magnitude
every breath as monkey does with my glorious infinite light filled soul collude
http://www.crazyguyonabike.com/doc/?o=RrzKj&doc_id=4967&v=2w
....so composed this poem....
censor thoughts plethora to become my eternal self directed
as all forge grille external 'tis the means by which soul projected
never is simply an adoptive mind set to inner beings outside the temporal
off limits to rational discussion listed spectral half glanced monaural
now then reassures self imposed time cage sentences clocks by the zillions count out
eventual moments defy prophecy a seers present lies drawn now curtains about
sex you say life's imposed genetic random blending two infinities mind a'bending
again a mind cage forms within Gaia's mercy infinite soul falls to earth all forgetting
yet how is one to see past times infinitely presented as just now
we overlook our numberless potentials in order this our youthful self may grow
haphazard alzheimic wanderings through a heavy world each turn amazed reminder
every space suit for an eternal being demands its own especial provender
now or never is seen in a myriad complex heisenbergian facets dreamlike
our self here is monkey suited stealing immortal apricots to fall before psyche
nevertheless 'tween the two all humanely steadfast standing tis now a time act
each gives another present upon which to meander even as all develop into fact
wilful brutally capable of ending here a life, there a story, should these we follow?
I cannot in repugnance pierce another space suit courtesies before which I bow
lets all have each their way tis but a breath in all time thereby completely unnoticed
live as the role of life draws upon a schema spreading by views of all remotest
be honest then one cannot be at once temporal and still all quiet eternal
every paradox in my monkey suit gives me opportunity to laugh falling infernal
newbies upon correct action insist lest assumed judgement come down hard
oh the suffering inherent in the wronged religious delusion see cruel Abelard
oh sexual love seeks its glory in every heart and light throughout protrude
never preclude with moral idiocy the joys of earthly creatures magnitude
every breath as monkey does with my glorious infinite light filled soul collude
Thursday, December 31, 2009
day before new year's poem
over time forces counter poise duel realities re-emergent white noise
physical brain mass left and right a lobe for reconciling a cell chain for fright
passing flights dream swarms in consequent, self cancelling again to be congruent
over time one learns to pare down clown with meaning lest me be thrown to drown
see there the spaces between thoughts unspoken shades just off material clean
inner perambulations amongst the roots of things uncomfortable conscience pricks in ghostly rings
now here be the rub up against one's happy outward norm our past misdeeds be shadowed inner wraith form
gyrations blindly made to simply overlook indiscretions smaller than any ignorant crook
flummoxed by the wilful bedazzled smothering guilts fester nightmares light touches a'pothering
over time thoughts rotten milk white grows pallid skin against bone all insulation lost tween proximate foes
right over papered bedimmed illusions painted dark we do well to our left besired babble hark
contemplated past hauntings emerge into daylights dazzle revealed as misbegotten naive frazzle
even crimes proper have with times whipping atoned guilt's vitriol by causes understood age has condoned
silky smooth becomes febrile memory raw insensitive now to recalls digging claw shiny without flaw
physical brain mass left and right a lobe for reconciling a cell chain for fright
passing flights dream swarms in consequent, self cancelling again to be congruent
over time one learns to pare down clown with meaning lest me be thrown to drown
see there the spaces between thoughts unspoken shades just off material clean
inner perambulations amongst the roots of things uncomfortable conscience pricks in ghostly rings
now here be the rub up against one's happy outward norm our past misdeeds be shadowed inner wraith form
gyrations blindly made to simply overlook indiscretions smaller than any ignorant crook
flummoxed by the wilful bedazzled smothering guilts fester nightmares light touches a'pothering
over time thoughts rotten milk white grows pallid skin against bone all insulation lost tween proximate foes
right over papered bedimmed illusions painted dark we do well to our left besired babble hark
contemplated past hauntings emerge into daylights dazzle revealed as misbegotten naive frazzle
even crimes proper have with times whipping atoned guilt's vitriol by causes understood age has condoned
silky smooth becomes febrile memory raw insensitive now to recalls digging claw shiny without flaw
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
A start in mind
Overview:
An attempt to narrate a cycle tour for three months from Paris to Dakar with my best friend Sheila with whom I will share most things. How to facilitate and enhance the emotions and inner life that we will both enjoy in the heightened atmosphere of free time overseas without constraint of family or means, while burning along on our lightly laden velos.
Preconceptions
Some things befall my waking mind in the wee hours, seeing the travel plans as I do this time through the eyes of a female partner on the road:
how much male hutzpa is being revealed as I encourage the cleaning of bicycles?
or suggest the perfect positioning of two bebaggaged bikes when parked against a lamp post?
or struggle with imparting what's obvious to me but still mystery to the significant other until it all actually happens.
Reliant as I'm on the well timed riposte should I err on the side of chauvinism, it's the urge to save us both from some well imagined disaster that keeps me extolling the nerdish.
Things like knowing where in four stuffed panniers everything is roughly. Years of cycling overseas makes for unfashionable solutions. Labels and pack from bottom to top the same way every time. Then the advantages become clear, one can lean the bike against soft bedding rather than bust the technology, or when the sudden alpine freezing rain catches one, the raincoat lies close to hand in the outside pannier. Simple consistencies form a comfortable backing board for the glorious and excitingly unfamiliar which is after all why one packs at all.
This of course may be pedantic anathema to my travel companion who is sure to want to let go of the very ideal of tidy. How else to enjoy time off? And then there's the mobile shoe cupboard which will be needed after Milan's seduction of the feminine foot. Dilemmas which have never been a part of my previous solo touring.
On the upside my companion who has excellent taste and a fine understanding as regards cuisine will be introducing us both to the rarer aspects of gastronomie and forming no doubt a subtle cornucopia out of nothing to grace our previously spartan metal cups.
Love will be amongst us both in all it's varied selves and the gasps at daily wonders will be simultaneous and feed our memories for years to come.
An attempt to narrate a cycle tour for three months from Paris to Dakar with my best friend Sheila with whom I will share most things. How to facilitate and enhance the emotions and inner life that we will both enjoy in the heightened atmosphere of free time overseas without constraint of family or means, while burning along on our lightly laden velos.
Some things befall my waking mind in the wee hours, seeing the travel plans as I do this time through the eyes of a female partner on the road:
how much male hutzpa is being revealed as I encourage the cleaning of bicycles?
or suggest the perfect positioning of two bebaggaged bikes when parked against a lamp post?
or struggle with imparting what's obvious to me but still mystery to the significant other until it all actually happens.
Reliant as I'm on the well timed riposte should I err on the side of chauvinism, it's the urge to save us both from some well imagined disaster that keeps me extolling the nerdish.
Things like knowing where in four stuffed panniers everything is roughly. Years of cycling overseas makes for unfashionable solutions. Labels and pack from bottom to top the same way every time. Then the advantages become clear, one can lean the bike against soft bedding rather than bust the technology, or when the sudden alpine freezing rain catches one, the raincoat lies close to hand in the outside pannier. Simple consistencies form a comfortable backing board for the glorious and excitingly unfamiliar which is after all why one packs at all.
This of course may be pedantic anathema to my travel companion who is sure to want to let go of the very ideal of tidy. How else to enjoy time off? And then there's the mobile shoe cupboard which will be needed after Milan's seduction of the feminine foot. Dilemmas which have never been a part of my previous solo touring.
On the upside my companion who has excellent taste and a fine understanding as regards cuisine will be introducing us both to the rarer aspects of gastronomie and forming no doubt a subtle cornucopia out of nothing to grace our previously spartan metal cups.
Love will be amongst us both in all it's varied selves and the gasps at daily wonders will be simultaneous and feed our memories for years to come.
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