Land rovers, Swiss military bikes & pretty flowers
It has been two amazing days of weather here. My mom always says, "you need bad days so you can appreciate the good.” To that I say, “You can also move to a place where the weather is good, have your body feel better and have better psychological moods as well.” I grew up in a place where the barometric pressure changes with regular intervals. My hypothesis has been tested experientially.
This morning, I got up and the sun was just too nice for me to realize that soon the field for “rasp” oil will be harvested. A few weeks ago, the field was an amazing carpet of yellow flowers, but the sunshine didn’t want to cooperate to get a clear day to photograph them this year. So I finally took a WW2 Swiss military bike that I refused to ride, because to me, it is a neat antique. But to meet what I perceived would be the best angle of the sunshine on the flowers, i hopped on and started to pedal.
The bike itself is pretty cool. It has one gear, a front hand break, and a mystery switch that I have to figure out where the hand brake can be switch to the rear tire. I am told old bike makers say, “We have no idea how it works.” I need to figure it out, as the Swiss military bike should have supertanker oil captain’s train upon it. I have never had a bike take so long to slow down or stop. Perhaps it was not meant to pedal and go fast (which is actually kind of nice as I seem to out pedal most bikes with my tree trunk legs) or was the idea in the military to say, “brakes? Why do you need them if you are charging forward, even if we are a neutral country."
As I pedaled away, in a sense a bit of freedom that riding a bike gives. oddly, what I was thinking about was the oddity of the land rover defender and its turning radius. You need as much room and space to turn one of them as the Swiss military bike needed to stop.
I guess It all just confused me a bit, as in America, people are buying range rovers and I wonder, “why do they even buy them? They don’t ever get them dirty.”
this week, I will tweak this Swiss military bike. It is simply cool. I had one acquaintance in charlotte, NC that collected old bikes and I never understood the appeal or allure of them. Today, after riding one, I, “get it”
Too bad I didn’t “get it” in 1987 when an old friend working in aerospace said, “we should start a bike frame company.”
The irony, whenever I get to Colorado and have the garage section of the lab built, I will start fabricating “bobbers.” While I have no clue how to ride a motorcycle, I simply think they look really cool. They probably will have the turning radius of a land rover and the brakes of the WW2 Swiss military bike.
Off to comedy class, I mean, German lessons I go. It has to be funny watching us struggle trying to learn the language.