I'm having a hard time today and this post goes out to my daughter. She's had the most horrible luck with a medical condition since pretty much the day she was born. Surgery after surgery after surgery, and yet she still manages to stay upbeat and plugs on...most of the time.

Most people have no idea what it's like to go day to day walking and working and doing whatever. You just do what you do and you don't give much thought as to how you get there. Imagine that suddenly you find yourself completely immobile and you can't even do the most basic tasks like fixing something to eat, or showering, or even worse-going to the bathroom without asking for help. This is her day right now. Oh it will get better, and we hope it will stay that way. But for now, it's frustrating for her and it upsets me as well because I'm too far away to be helpful to her. She's been through it before more times than I can remember, but I suffer right along with her from here and I hate it.

So, I just wanted to say-be grateful for your health and don't take the everyday for granted. Hopefully you won't ever find yourself in this position, but if you do, I hope you can be as brave as she is. Her strength is something to behold and I'm proud of her for it.

I was thinking about life today and wondering where my direction is heading. The one thought that I had was that eventually we all reach that point where your life flashes before your eyes. I want to make sure that mine will be worth watching. Is yours?

Much love to you Jess, hang in there. Great things are ahead for you, it all happens in due time.

I wasn't planning on commenting on this, but the recent rash of phone calls and emails I have received has prompted me to say a little something.

First and foremost, my thoughts go out to the family of the guy that died this past weekend in a motorcycle crash. My heart always goes to the families of these people and this particular crash doesn't change that.

Now, I'm getting up on my soap box so bear with me while I get my balance.

This guy was killed while on a "Helmet Protest" ride. He was protesting because the law says he has to wear a motorcycle helmet to protect his head when he rides his motorcycle...and he died. Ironic isn't it? Please understand, I am all for personal choice and taking responsibility for your actions, and this guy was exercising his right of personal choice...but he is now...Dead.

Because this is America, and I consider myself a patriotic person, I will defend the right to be stupid and wrong, that is guaranteed by the constitution and I won't argue with that. However, that being said, riding a motorcycle is a risky task anytime you swing a leg over that saddle, and the idea of not doing whatever you can in any small measure to protect yourself is in my mind idiotic at the least. And then there is the family. Was it their choice to lose a close member of their family? I'm thinking probably not.

I know what head injury looks like up close having lived it for the past 17+ years. Watching someone you love that was a bright light in your own life suddenly become a very dim glow is heartbreaking and every day you wish it were a bad dream and when you wake up it never happened, but day after day it's the same and it will be tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.

When I taught people to ride I tried to impress on them the importance of ATTGATT, "All the gear, all the time". Most people got it, some not. But I know I did everything I could to convince them that if it wasn't something they chose to believe from me, at least think about the people that love them and what kind of effect it would have on them if they suddenly find them without you around, or worse, around but not the same person you knew and loved.

I'm sorry, but my sympathy isn't with the guy that crashed...Did I mention that he's dead?

Live your life responsibly, there are others that love and care about you and want you around. Enjoy whatever sport and activity you choose, but do it with love for the people you may leave behind. The comment I keep hearing is, "He died doing what he loved." Really? He loved dying? I think if he had the opportunity to do it over he would probably not choose that.

I'm getting down from my soap box now. I'm angry still, and I realize that I can't save everyone with my talk, but if I can get through to one or two people....I'm happy with that.

What a fantastic, sunny, warm, long weekend it was! I can't remember a 4th of July holiday that was this nice in a really long time, no rain, nice and warm, and...quiet!

I spent time cutting bushes and trimming tree limbs away from my driveway, cooking on the grill, listening to music and really just enjoying some time for quiet reflection. I thought a lot about my family and good friends that are far away and wishing they were closer. I miss spending time with them and wish we could not be so far apart. It's strange how when people are close by you don't really think about it because they are close enough to reach out and touch, but when they go away the distance makes your heart hurt. I think we should find a way to tell those people more often that we miss them even when they are close by.

Physical distance doesn't have to be so far if we make a point out of bringing those we care about closer in our heart.

You know who you are, and know that you are missed and loved.

Well, Happy re-birth to me again! The time and my temper get shorter, and my belt length and bucket list continues to get longer.

It's been quite a year with the usual ups and downs. Some bad things, but mostly good. My health and general attitude seem to be not too bad, but I'm old and cranky so it's hard to tell most of the time. I've watched some more people leave, saw a few come into the world so on balance it was not as bad as some years. I'm going to do my best to stay postive today. I'm going to try to refrain from making too many life changing decisions right now, and in fact from now on this is how I'm going to make all of my new life choices.

It's going to be smooth sailing from now on guys! I hope you enjoy your life too!

It's a little hard to see, but there is a family of foxes living under the building at the back of my Mother's property. I watched them wrestle and run around the other day, and I was reminded of just why I love summer so much here. Warm days, cool nights, animals coming out to stretch after the long winter, and just for the sunshine alone it's worth being alive.

I love the mountain where I grew up. It's changed a lot since I was a kid, but then again so has the rest of the world. Most of the neighbors I remember are gone now, it's hard to imagine that sooner or later it will happen to all of us, but that's the way life goes. We come, we live, we go.

Enjoy it while you can and hopefully the next adventure will be just as spectacular!

So, I guess "No good deed goes unpunished." Not really my motto but it sure fits this week.

We went to my dear old Mom's house to make some adjustments for her so when she comes home from her little vacation in the rehab facility she will be able to get around her house without tripping over stuff. You see, she's 91 years old and almost completely blind, but she wants to live in her own house and do things on her own terms. Her mind is sharp and she's very self-sufficent, so I want her to be able to live in her house for as long as possible if that's what she wants. I'm worried, but I'm not about to tell her how she should live her life. She's always been awesome to me, supportive of anything I've ever tried to do so I feel that I owe her the same courtesy. She wants her dignity and I want for her to have it right to the end of her days.

Anyway, we moved a bunch of stuff around for her and took some things out of the house that she really doesn't need for the moment. It's about a 3 hour drive from our home to hers, so that's a pretty good amount of time to spend in a car. I seem to forget that I'm just not as young as I once was, so the thought of stretching after a long ride before doing any kind of manual labour really doesn't cross my mind. At some point we moved a coffee table from the living room to the garage, and I set it down, turned slightly, and HOLY SWEET MOTHER! My back went *Twang*.....and you guys, the pain was incredible!

When I got up on Saturday I could barely move at all. A hot shower helped, but didn't cure the problem. We went to visit Mom for a few hours, and then...back into the car for that lovely 3 hour ride home. So, Sunday was a wasted Father's Day for me. Down flat most of the day, really unhappy because I had a million things I wanted to get done at home.

This getting old crap is really starting to get ...well, old.
I hope your week is much better.

Doesn't this look like the life? Cats have it so easy. Eat, sleep, play, repeat. We should all be so lucky. Every day I drag myself out of bed, shower, dress, eat, drive, come home, eat, read, sleep, repeat. I want to be a cat when I come back around next life.

It's in the upper 90's here today so of course it's a perfect day for Hot Dog Day!

I love it when I get to cook for the people I work with. We haul out the pop-up tents and drag the tables around the building, fire up the grill and cook for a few hours. I get to soak up the sun and everybody gets to eat, and visit, and just hang around outside for a while. It's one of my favorite days of the year.

It's also a good day for a Hammock, a good book, and some adult beverages. Is it any wonder why I love the summer so much? Before you know winter will be upon us again here and the summer is just too short.

I hope you have a wonderful summer this year too!

Today I feel like a sweet change of pace. Yesterday's entry was a little heavy so I thought maybe a pallet cleanser was in order for this lovely summer day. This is one of my daughter's creations. She is pretty creative when it comes to food. Now that she's a real Chef I get to see all these goodies, but I don't get to eat them because (A) I don't need the sugar, and (B) she lives far away. Good thing too or I'd probably gain so much weight I wouldn't be able to ride anymore.

Today she is celebrating the news that scientists shot a laser beam that collects particles and brings them back into the milky way, and the collected particles have the same enzyme in massive doses that Raspberries have that give them their taste. I find that impressive, useless, but impressive. Maybe they can find a way to spread that around and make parts of the country smell like Raspberries!

Anyway, in honor of the event, here is her Lemon cake Sweet Raspberry Milky Way Butter cream offering to the universe. Not bad huh?

http://www.heythere-cupcake.com/

In the Spring a young man's fancy turns to....

That's right. Motorcycles. All shapes, sizes, and colors. When I outgrew bicycles I quickly turned to motorcycles. Still riding , but getting from place to place a whole lot quicker for sure.

When I stopped riding for a while it was when my kids were little, but I never stopped thinking about it. I just didn't have the money for toys and I needed transportation that I could haul 2 little girls around in, so motorcycles really didn't fit into my life. In time, I was able to get a few beat-up old clunkers and I was able to get back out on the road. It was a nice feeling to be able to feel that freedom that comes with riding, but somehow I knew that something was missing. My wife didn't want to ride with me, she had a pretty bad scare at one time and just couldn't bring herself to get on. I suggested she take a riding class, hoping that she might just get over the fear. As frightened as she was, she was a real trouper and took the class, even though she had some major panic when she figured out that she was actually going to be riding herself! I took the class too, for "moral support". I was arrogant enough to believe that I didn't need to take a class, I knew how to ride. Boy, was I wrong. I learned some skills that amazed me and I broke some bad riding habits that I didn't even know I had.

Suddenly I knew what I had been missing! I wanted to teach this stuff! I felt I could really contribute something to people by making them better, safer riders. I just didn't know when, but I would teach someday. Shortly after we moved back to NY my daughter was in a devastating car crash that left her brain injured and in pretty rough shape. That did it. My resolve became pretty strong then and I knew that the time was right since I couldn't help her. I was sure I could help someone else and save a life, so I found out what I had to do to be come an instructor. It was a difficult week of classes, but well worth it. And to make it even better, my wife watched me go through that and decided that she could do it too. I was so proud when she certified!

Fast forward a few years..I loved mentoring new instructors and working with students. I helped run a training site for a guy that ran a site in another city and truly loved it. In time I was asked by the state program to help them out with the whole state program, and I was more than happy to jump in there as well! I was something that suited me and I loved the people. The program was strictly run in NY at that time, we were very picky about the quality of the instuctors and made sure they were well qualified to come into the program. After all, they were going to be teaching skills to people to maybe save their life and it doesn't get more importatant than that does it?

When the state contract was taken out of state, my training life came to an end. I saw the writing on the wall. It was going to be about numbers and money. Not about safety so much any more. Instructors I mean "Coaches" now are coming into the program with hardly any experience, and the training program for them has been "dumbed down" so that pretty much anybody that can read can be certified. It makes me sad. What happened to hard work and dedication? I see it in the school system for our children now too. We don't want anyone to feel bad so we don't keep score and everybody gets a trophy. Then when they get out into the real world they can't understand why they aren't able to work the way they want and get paid lots of money too. But, I'm getting off track here. The point is, why should average be the goal? What ever happened to pride?

I have high hopes that somebody will see what has become of a once great training program and maybe, just maybe bring it back to the level it once was, but I doubt it will happen. The Emperor has no clothes has never been more appropriate for a comparison of the program. From the outside it looks fantastic, but when you know how it was you realize how poor it has become. Greed is the word, and I guess the feeling that some training is better than no training is "good enough".

It makes me sad to watch the sun set on that part of my life..

This is the old Rexleigh bridge over near where I grew up. It spans the Battenkill River where I used to catch some of the nicest Trout you can imagine. What you don't see is the little access door about half way down the side of the bridge where we used to stand before we jumped  fell into the river. The river comes out from Vermont, down through the mountains. When we hit the water we would have to push the ice cubes out of the way, even in the dead of August. I'm kidding of course, but trust me when I say that rivers that come out from under mountains are really, really cold.

It's amazing how much cold a 12 year old body can take. I doubt I could even put a toe in that water anymore.

I thought I would continue my thoughts of yesterday with the milk story. The ice cream was pretty special, but chocolate milk day was also one of the best memories of my youth.

On hot summer afternoons we would ride the few miles to the dairy when they would be packaging milk in the little half-pint waxy cardboard containers that we all know. They supplied the school with white and chocolate milk that they would draw out of the big stainless steel tanks, icy cold into those little boxes as they moved down the conveyor to be sealed and packed.

My friends and I were allowed to stand down at the end of the line and watch them as they sealed and packed them into the big milk crates and moved them to the cooler where they would wait to be transported to the stores and the schools. The beauty of standing by the line was that there are always a certain number of the cartons that didn't seal and the milk would leak. We were allowed to have as many of those as we could hold since it was going to be thrown away anyway.

I can't tell you how many times we filled up on that icy cold, really fresh chocolate milk and then jumped back on our bikes for the ride home in the hot afternoon sun. You could feel the milk sloshing around in your belly and by the time we got home it was all we could do to keep from throwing up from the combination of cold milk, hot sun, and hard riding. I remember thinking that I was never going to do that again because of the belly ache....and in a few days we would be right back at it again. Some lessons just aren't meant to stick when the rewards outweigh the risks I guess.

I saw some kids riding bikes yesterday afternoon in the 92 degree heat and it reminded me of days long ago when I was a biking fool. Where I lived, just east of nowhere we rode bikes everywhere. It was faster than walking and we covered a lot of territory pretty much every day.

One of my favorite destinations was Nelson's dairy farm. They bottled milk from their own cows, made chocolate milk to be packaged for stores and schools, and best of all they had an ice cream place in town so they made their own ice cream that they packaged in big brown cardboard containers. Art Bristol was the chief ice cream guru there and he made all of the flavors. Tuesdays were my favorite days because that was "Chocolate Mint-Chip day". We would ride out bikes down to "watch" him make the ice cream in the big industrial strength freezers. We would stand quietly and watch it churn in the glass window of the machine and we could see the bright green mixture with the little flecks of chocolate go round and round as it went from liquid to semi-hard.

At some point Art would decide that we probably should "test the ice cream" for him to make sure it was "acceptable for the store" Talk about feeling important! We would take that task as serious as if it really mattered. He always had a great big box of "Eat-it-all" cones in the ice cream room and we would stand by as he pulled the lever and watched the amazingly smooth ribbon of ice cream slowly mound on top of those cones before he carefully handed them over to us. That ice cream was so smooth that you couldn't even feel it when it touched your tounge, and the only way you knew it was there was by the icy cold, and minty sweetness as it slid down your throat. I have never to this day had anything even close to that feeling or that taste, and probably never will again. And trust me, I've looked.

Today, everything has added this and enhanced that, and chemically treated stuff to make it last longer and look prettier, and whatever. It's too bad I couldn't bottle time. I would give anything to be able to have just one more of those amazing cones.

Well it's about time! The rain has stopped for a little while and it's actually getting hot for the first time this year. It was a L-O-N-G winter this year and I didn't think it was ever going to end.

Maybe it's just me, but I think the winters are getting longer as I get older. I love this part of the country 3 out of the 4 seasons, but it's just getting too cold and staying way to long for my liking. Retirement time is rapidly approaching for me and before long decisions will have to be made as to where to spend my old age. Not that I think I will be around to be really old, but I do want to have some time to enjoy my "Golden years" before the long sleep.

When I was a kid I loved winter. Sledding, ice skating, snowball fighting, building snow forts, sugaring in the late winter at my Aunt's farm, and slogging through the snow to hunt rabbits. I don't remember getting so cold back then, but now...even 10 minutes outside and I'm ready to be back indoors. I guess being born in the summer really does make me a warm weather person. I was in the Adirondack mountains here in upstate New York last week and I realized just how beautiful it can be here when the trees get their new leaves and there are so many different shades of green everywhere. If it could stay like this all year I would be perfectly content to stay here. But, then comes the winter again. It is beautiful for the first few days when we get that crisp, clean blanket of new snow, but then it gets ugly real fast and it stays....and stays....and stays.

It's a fun exercise to talk about where we are going when the time comes, we have considered the southern part of California, far from here and where the sun shines most of the time. Time will tell I guess. I will miss the 3 seasons here, but when one season seems as long as the other three? Yeah, it's time to consider the options.

Have a great summer everybody!