Ron and Marilyn's Place

Thursday, July 15, 2021

California Bound

Although our ultimate destination for the first leg of our adventure was Springfield, Illinois, we were able - since we’d chosen train travel - to enjoy a few “destination” type sights along the way. Unencumbered by traffic or the need to decide on the optimum route, we rolled non-stop through cities, towns, and villages. Thanks to our GPS (something else not available when traveling by air) we could locate where we were and what to expect coming up. The Gateway Arch was expected and a joy to witness as we railed abeam the landmark. 

Barges on the Mississippi River as we Amtrak past the St. Louis Gateway Arch. 

Byron, the caretaker for our Springfield Airbnb, met us at the train station and took us to the facility. It wasn’t to be ready until the afternoon, but he let us leave our bags there while he readied the place and we went on a walking tour of Springfield. We would later discover that our house was over 100 years old and was located in “the historic” district of Springfield. 
Our place had three bedrooms and was actually a substitute for the site we had originally reserved. The original site had exper-ienced some water damage and the owner (who lives in Chicago) contacted us to see if we were willing to stay in the College Street property. We agreed and enjoyed the choice. 

Since we don’t mind walking around and exploring, the fact that we were only about a mile from downtown and the business area was perfect for us. Byron had pointed out the State Capital building enroute from the train station to the house. So, we decided we’d go check out that building and whatever else might be near it. 
Of course, Springfield is all about Abraham Lincoln. I had never really thought of there being a Presidential Library for presidents in the more distant history of America. But, Abe’s Presidential Library is located directly across the street from the Abraham Lincoln Museum. I’ll have a little more to say about the museum, later.  Our goal at this point was the Capitol. 



As we approached the Capitol building, who do you think we’d happen upon other than Abe, himself. Marilyn, as is normal for her, immediately engaged him in conversation. It seemed as though he had a speech coming up and he was reviewing his notes. Marilyn suggested that he change the “all men are created equal” to “all people are created equal,” but he seemed pretty hardheaded about his choice of wording. So, she just let him go ahead. 

Marilyn was the first one on site, as he started his speech. It seemed to go over pretty good and was fairly well received. After the speech, Marilyn spoke with him again. He told her he came away kinda wishing he’d used her suggestion for the change in wording. But, it was what it is.
Probably the most exciting thing about our tour of the State Capitol building was that we were able to take a guided tour  our tour guide was Edwin. We discovered Edwin and I have the same birthday, July 18. He’s three years younger. Part of his story in that his dad served in WW2, in the segregated company of black soldiers as a medical doctor. Upon return from the war, he wasn’t able to. Use the G.I. Bill, as was true for most black soldiers. But, because he was a doctor, he was able to secure the right to practice in the Springfield hospital - the first black doctor so aurthorized. Then, Edwin’s dad went on the become the head of that hospital.  


The other exciting part of our tour of the Capitol building was I was able to buy a new formal halo. Got a great price. 





Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Amtrak America post-COVID

Starting Stop

The first leg of our Amtrak trip from Fort Worth to Springfield, Illinois left from downtown FtW. So, we had an Uber driver take us to the Trinity-metro train that runs near our house to downtown. This has become our normal means for getting downtown. 

As we left, we had commissioned a replacement of our 25 year-old air conditioning system in our house - to be accomplished in our absence. Once again, we are relying on the good heart of our dear friend, Don Box. Don has agreed to let the workers in and out of the house at the appropriate times, in our absence.

We have become experienced Amtrakker, so we knew pretty much what to expect. One thing we wanted to accomplish at the Amtrak station, before leaving, was to get a refund on our Sacramento-to-Seattle leg. We had learned that they were canceling that route until they can rebuild a burned out bridge somewhere north of Sacramento. After the refund, we took lunch at the Subway restaurant in the train station and waited for our 2:20pm departure. 

Relax!!

There are, basically, two levels of sleeper cars on Amtrak (at least on the trains we are using). There is the cheaper Super Roomette. And, there’s the Room. We’ve always bought the Roomette. For some reason we had received notification from Amtrak that our reservation on the first leg had been changed from a Roomette to a Room. We received new eTickets that reflected the change and we never asked “why?” Sure enough, upon boarding, Tony (the attendant) showed us to Room D and we spread out in the lap of luxury. A chair. A couch. Our own private shower. A sink. And a private bathroom. We immediately wondering why we’d never traveled this way before. I started trying to contact Amtrak to see about upgrading for our leg to Sacramento. I wouldn’t reach them until the next day and, as I expected, no deal. The California Zepher is supposed to be the most beautiful and popular rides on Amtrak. All Rooms were sold out. So, we will be slumming it in our Roomette for two nights through the Rockies. 

When we stopped, briefly, in Dallas, a
group of ladies took advantage of the
“smoke break” to do some beautiful
accapella  singing. 




Train travel has a completely different feel from air travel. I’ve not really figured out why that’s true. In either form of travel you’re waiting to get going in the terminal or your riding toward your destination. But, on a train there’s a strange sense of community between travelers. You’re a lot more likely to exchange greetings, engage in conversation, and generally become acquainted with your fellow travelers. 











We passed through the hometown of our son-in-law, David. I doubt he’s ever seen the Amtrak station there. When traveling by train one mostly gets to see the “back doors” of the towns and cities. Often times it’s not really very pretty. However, the train stations, themselves, tend to be nicely done - often fairly beautiful and usually what I’d call quaint. Many times, if it’s a small community the people there see the train station as a central part of their existence, harking back to the birth of the town or village. So, they’ll put some effort (and money) into making it look nice or into restoring the historical structures that were the beginnings of their settlement. 





New friends from the dining car. Actually they were our next door neighbors - Room C. Mary and her son, Dylan were traveling to Chicago. They started in Phoenix. Dylan has been a train enthusiast since he was seven - always looking at maps of train routes and places that can be visited by train. He was given a choice of vacations this summer - Hawaii or a train ride to Chicago. His dad and toddler sister flew to Chicago so he and his mom could travel in the non-toddler environs of Amtrak. [Hello, Mary and Dylan, if you’re reading this. It was a joy to meet you, share our stories and even meet your dad via FaceTime. Happy traveling!!]








I think one advantage to train travel is there is scenery. When flying there can be clouds to watch, but mostly the view out the window is looking at nothing.  I know I long ago lost my preference for a window seat. As you can see, here, Marilyn is real excited about the scenery. It may look likes she’s ignoring it, but in actuality she’s sharing a relaxing moment with a friend known as America the Beautiful.
I think it must have been COVID that spoiled the quality of food served in the dining car. Well, actually the food wasn’t bad, but there’s something about being served on plastic that makes it seem degraded. The server - a friendly boisterous guy - was the one-man crew for the dining car. He lives in St. Louis, but works out of Chicago. He’d been on the train for four days when he was serving us. I guess we found his table-side manner easier to take because Tony, our room attendant, had warned us. “He seems like he’s mean, but he’s really a nice guy. So, just be patient.” 

Leaving Fort Worth on Sunday afternoon, we arrived in Springfield by mid-morning Monday. We toured the State Capital building while waiting for our Airbnb to be ready. Tuesday we really enjoyed the Lincoln Museum.  Rode the city bus around. Wednesday we left. 

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Cataract Caution

On the verge of retiring and transitioning to Medicare, I decided to see if I needed a new prescription and new eyeglasses. I realized I hadn't had my eyeglasses renewed in about nine years. They were bi-focals providing mild distant vision correction and reading, near vision, correction. Since my insurance deductible was pretty well paid up (this was early November) and I'd noticed a little bit of fuzziness in my distance vision, why not get some new glasses?

I checked and found that the optical shop I drove past every day on my way to work was "in network" for my insurance. So, I stopped in there to get an exam and, maybe, new glasses. The place was pleasant enough and the two attendants were friendly. I told the one who greeted me what I was wanting to do and she said they had an opening next week or right away, if I was available. So, I went into the exam room and started down the battery of machines that test your eyes for all the various things for which eyes need to be tested. After about 30 minutes I found myself in the chair in an exam room waiting for the doctor to come see me and discuss the results.

Fairly alarmingly, the doctor told me my sight was much deteriorated as a result of the presents of cataracts in both eyes. According to the results of his testing, without my current prescription glasses I was not seeing well enough to get a driver's licenses. My glasses corrected me to where I would be able to drive, but just barely. At one point he mentioned that I had “stage 4” cataracts. Also, my night vision was dangerous and I should not be driving at night. The good news, however, was that cataract surgery would correct this and I could be glasses free after the surgery.

He began to further explain there were a number of options for the types of cataract correction available. The fact is that cataract surgery amounts to the removal of the eye’s natural lens, which has become fogged (known as a cataract) and the replacement of that natural lens with an artificial lens implant. The options have to do with the types of implanted artificial lenses that are available. Medicare and most insurance policies pay for the surgery itself. It’s the lens options that cause the complicated choices. The options go something like this:
Mono-focal artificial lenses- These are paid for by medicare and most insurance policies (you can choose the have your eyes see far without glasses (the choice of most people) or near without glasses).
“Life-style” or multi-focal artificial lenses- These provide both far and near sightedness and are not covered by medicare or insurance.
“Life-style” accommodative artificial lenses- These are flexible lens that are reshaped by the eye, in a similar fashion to how the natural eye lens works, to accommodate far and near sightedness. These lens are not covered by medicare or insurance.
Mono-vision surgery- This involves two different mono-focal lens - a far-sighted lens in your dominant eye and a near-sighted lens in the other. I haven't been able to discover for sure, but I believe Medicare and most insurance policies cover this choice, since it involves two mono-focal lenses and no “life-style” lenses.

The doctor’s description of the options barely mentioned the normal mono-focal lenses and moved quickly to the Life-style choices. He said they would cost $3,500-3,800 per eye (The surgery is covered by Medicare or insurance, but the lenses themselves cost that much and are not covered). He immediately pointed out that, though that sounded like a lot of money, it was actually less than you’d pay for a used car that would only last a few years before needing replaced. Financing is available. He didn't mention the mono-vision option. Since I’d heard of the one-far/one-near option, I asked him about it. He said that was called “mono-vision” and was not recommended for folks who had never used mono-vision type contact lenses. He said it actually makes you “one-eyed” and takes away your depth perception. He then proceeded to narrow down the options as to who would be the best ophthalmologist to see to have the surgery done. Bottomline, he recommended a large highly advertised ophthalmology center nearby. I’d heard of it because of their advertising. He said Texas had recently made this process easier by allowing “Shared Care.” With this benefit, I would be able to get the surgery done by the ophthalmologist and then see him (the optometrist) for my aftercare. He gave me the number for the ophthalmology center. He also gave me some material to take home and read about the lens choice options. I called and made the appointment for a couple of days in the future.

Since we live in the age of the internet, I, of course, spent a few hours researching and reading and educating myself about cataracts, cataract surgery, and the various options. You know medical conditions become VERY interesting with they are YOUR medical condition. The fruit of my research yielded the following interesting facts:
There are various manufacturers of the “Life-style” lenses. They have varying names and varying features, but none will guarantee that they can eliminant your dependence on glasses, entirely. The varying features include choices between those that provide for far/near sightedness vs. far/medium/near sightedness. They all amount to multi-focal lenses that - were they glasses - they would be either bi-focals or tri-focals.
With mono-focal lenses, the type covered by Medicare and most insurance policies, you choose between being permanently far-sighted or permanently near sighted. Most people opt for permanently far-sighted. Thus, they only need glasses for reading - available at Wal Mart or Walgreens.
Some doctors offer “laser cataract surgery.” This procedure involves the doctor using a specialized laser for removal of the clouded natural eye lens (the cataract). Without the laser, he has to break up the cataract with a knife or ultrasound and then remove it. The laser procedure does nothing for the patient, but makes the surgeons work easier. Thus, it is illegal for the surgeon to charge extra for this procedure. However, if the surgery also involves correction for stigmatism, then the doctor can charge extra for the laser surgery. [This is an important point to remember when I discuss the findings of the my visit to the Ophthalmology Center.]
The average cost of cataract surgery involving “Life-style” lenses is about $3,000. However, doctors can charge whatever they want. There’s no price restrictions other than whatever the market will bear.
Adjustment to the mono-vision (one far-sighted and one near-sighted lens) can be a bit difficult. The brain does a pretty good job of deciding which eye to use, when one eye sees what you want to see more clearly than the other eye. It can have an impact of depth perception, but usually only a mild impact. This is a practice that is very common in contact lenses. The difficulty with implants is, if you have trouble adjusting, the choice is PERMANENT. The risk exists, but it is a low risk. Also, you can experiment to test your ability to adjust by wearing mono-vision contact lenses for a while.

Ophthalmological Surgeon #1

Armed with about three days worth of internet research and education, I bravely walked in the ophthalmology center to undergo further testing and, possibly, make a $7,000 to $9,000 decision. The place was large, nice, busy and very professional. Paperwork was brief and I was called back to begin my exams on time. I suppose they were checking for the same things the Optometrist had checked. They use some similar and some different instruments. The lady who attended to me seemed to be a bit new, since she had to get consultation from another lady a couple of times. Nevertheless, the testing was accomplished. Then, is youngish woman came in who introduced herself as a doctor and said she was going to look inside my eyes to see if there any obvious problems. My eyes had been mildly dilated earlier and were now ready for gazing into. At that point these are the results I was told:
I do have cataracts. They are “stage 4” (as the Optometrist had said), but they were only affecting my vision as if they were “stage 1 or 2.”
No problems with my retina or macula.
My optic nerves were fine, but the left eye was slightly engaged, though not beyond what could be considered normal. Before any cataract surgery, it would probably be good to have a more thorough test for glaucoma. The optometrist could do that.
My eye pressure was normal.
I have a very low amount of stigmatism (less than one). EVERYONE has some level of stigmatism, mine was negligible.
Basically, my eyes were healthy but cataract surgery was in order and I would be seeing a “counselor” to discuss the options. First, however, I would need to talk with the surgeon.

I was moved to another chair and waited there until the surgeon arrived. He came and reviewed the information I had already been told and wanted to know if I had any questions. No one had mentioned the mono-vision option, so I brought it up with the surgeon. He acknowledged it was an option and that it had some adjustments risks. He said that could be overcome by trying mono-vision contacts for a while to see how I did with them. He also mentioned an option I had not heard before. It was called a “rain drop” inlay. He described this as doing standard mono-focal surgery in both eyes to be followed by the insertion of bottom-half lens under the cornea of the non-dominant eye for reading purposes. He had no idea what it cost to do that, but the counselor would be able to help me with that.

So, from there it was off to see the counselor-

Counselor Consultation:

In her late 20s, the counselor was friendly and jovial. Her immediate opening conversation was to discuss my calendar to see when the surgery could be scheduled. I deflected that discussion in favor of discussing what the options were and what was going to work best for me. She had a form letter that she showed me that listed the various options and left room to fill in the costs  She had already written in the cost of Life-style lenses in each eye. She had also written in the cost of a laser stigmatism procedure.  She said that would be optional. I asked her about the option the doctor had mentioned of a "rain drop inlay." So, she wrote in the cost of the inlay and said that would require that I get the laser stigmatism procedure as well. The amounts were:
Life-style lenses: $3,500 each (so, x2 = $7,000)
laser stigmatism procedure: $2,000
rain drop inlay: $4,000

She then wanted to return the conversation to getting the surgery on the calendar. I was wanting to ask about mono-vision AND I was wanting to know why the laser procedure was required for the rain drop inlay. I quoted the doctor who had said my stigmatism was very minor and negligible. The counselor could not tell me why it was required, only that it was and that in order to have the rain drop inlay I’d also have to have the laser procedure and “when can we schedule your surgery?”

Knowing that I was leaving town for the Thanksgiving holiday and that then I would be retiring at the beginning of December and making at least two other holiday trips, I wasn’t willing to commit to the surgery until after the new year. I told her I wasn’t in a hurry to get it scheduled and that I would be getting back in touch when I was ready to pin it down. She pointed out that waiting too long would result in the need to reexamine my eyes and that the costs might be changed. I told her I was willing to live with that eventuality. So, our conversation ended with her not being very happy with me. I had already made a decision, in my mind, to get a second opinion. I did commit to going back to my optometrist for a better check on the presence of glaucoma.

In spite of my decision to seek a second opinion on the cataract surgery, I stopped by the Optometrist near my house to do the glaucoma check, as I had committed to do. He happened to be available right away, so I didn’t have to make an appointment. I simply had the test done and then met with the doctor to discuss the results. He wanted to know the result on my visit with the surgery center. I told him they had said I had stage 4 cataracts, but that they weren’t effecting my vision any more than a stage 1 or 2 cataract. He thought that was a ridiculous idea and hinted that needed to get the surgery done before I did much more driving. Also, he advised me that I stop driving at night. I tried to tell him I didn’t think my vision was dangerous at night and certainly not dangerous in the daytime. He would hear nothing of that and said I had only gotten used to seeing badly and didn’t realize how bad my vision was. After we argued about that and I quit arguing, he told me I didn’t have a glaucoma problem but that I might in the future.

Ophthalmological Surgeon #2

Some time after Thanksgiving, I was able to get an appointment to see an Ophthalmologist for a second opinion relative to my cataracts and their effect on my vision and my need for cataract surgery. I’ll skip all the description of the testing and go immediately to my discussion with the surgeon about the results of the testing.

After his greetings to me, the doctor reviewed with me the visual images that had been made of my retina. He said it showed no macula problems, no glaucoma problems and generally healthy eyes. He pointed out that my eye pressure and other tests showed no problems and that I had only slight, but negligible stigmatism. Cataracts! He said had a nice cataract in each eye, but that they were only stage 1 or slightly more. I mentioned the stage 4 diagnosis and he was flabbergasted. He said stage 4 is, essentially, blind. In his thousands of cataract surgeries he’s seen 4 or 5 stage 4 patients. He said my vision, with my glasses, is 20/25. He could correct them to 20/20 with as new prescription, but, as my cataracts progress, my vision will be affected and the new prescription will need to be changed. He went on to explain that in order for him to recommend (or even be willing to DO) cataract surgery three conditions need to exist:
I need to have cataracts - I qualify under that condition.
The cataract need to be effecting my vision - I barely qualify under that condition.
I need to want the surgery - Qualification for this condition was up to me.

He was not recommending that I have cataract surgery at this time. But, I need to come back in a year to re-evaluate or come back if I experience further deterioration in my vision.
This doctor also gave me some further information. When I described what I had experienced with the Optometrist and the other Ophthalmological Center, he apologized for his profession that now contains practitioner who are simply trying to make a lot of money. He laid it all at the feet of the legalization of what he called “kick-backs” but that is officially known as “Shared Care.” This practice puts Optometrists and ophthalmologists in a partnership for doing surgery and after care that is very lucrative for the doctors involved, but not done for the good of the patients.

Conclusion-

Do not get cataract surgery based on the recommendation of one doctor. Get a second opinion. Insist on full and clear explanations of what can and will be done and why what the doctor is saying is needed is needed. Do not be uninformed. Read about what the doctor is saying he/she is recommended. Read online ratings of the doctor you are seeing. Read online ratings of the surgery center or hospital that will be used. Know your options and choose wisely.

Monday, March 10, 2008

David Gerald Park - 37 years old


He's not my son. He's Jerry's first born. He is the son of Ann. If you know them you can see them in David. His compassion. His gentleness. His patience. If you know him you can see he has gone beyond them - to their great joy, I'm sure. David is the son of Jerry and Ann, but he is additionally David.

He's not my son. I didn't know him as a boy. He was a man when we met. I, the man who was to be his father-in-law, met David at the occasion of the death of the man who had been my father-in-law. I must confess that this is a thought that is not new to me. It has always made me aware of the influence men in such a relationship can have on each other. If the years we have together in such a relationship can allow as much good influence to flow from older-to-younger as did in the years I experienced as the younger, then I will be pleased. If the good that flowed from the younger-to-older was then as much as it has been with us, then I was a blessing to Brab.

He's not my son, but he's one with my daughter. I remember her first attempts to describe him to me. She told me he reminded her of me - as if that was supposed to win my favor. But he's more patient than I. He's more compassionate than I. He's more determined to demonstrate respect for those who may not have learned to respect themselves. It flatters me that she saw something like me in him. My guess is she just saw what she liked and she liked me, too. I told David I knew he was a wise man because wise men marry up and he married Shelley.

He's not my son, but he's the father of my grandsons. To a man with only daughters, that's an important thing. He is the one who will give the wound or give the blessing. He is the one who will answer the question they will have about their own manhood. And, from what I've seen he is up to the task. Though my grandsons are as different as (dare I say it) ebony and ivory, he is to them what a father should be. I am able to relax when I think of how this great task will be accomplished. It will be accomplished through God's spirit poured through His son, David.

He's not my son. You see that's the point. He is God's son and that makes it all good. Thirty-seven years are really only a few. But they have proven, for David, to be plenty for gaining the respect of his wife, his peers, his seniors and his sons. They have proven to be plenty for demonstrating the meaning of hope for a brighter future for those who see little hope. After all, isn't that what the sons of God do. He's not my son - thank God! He's God's son.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Ron's GREAT ride

Ron's GREAT ride can be seen at http://thegreatride07.blogspot.com/

He and 4 other guys from our church are on a 9-day, 600-mile ride from the Rio Grande River to the Red River. They are on their 2nd day today finishing the first day from Brownsville to Raymondville. Today is through the King ranch.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

It Can't Be 38 Years!

I was 20 and she was a teenager when we met. We played Spades that night - she won. The next night, a Sunday, I invited her to a gathering at her parents house. It took a couple of years, but we married in 1969. She hitched her wagon to mine in a very real sense. She quit her schooling so we could finish mine. What we didn't fully understand was what a partnership it was to be. I would lead our family where she pointed us to go. My career would be our focus our project our frustration our joy, actually, our career. And that would be true through all the careers. Our house, and they have been many. Our girls, and they have been sweet blessings. Our friends, all of whose names she would patiently reminded me. Our family, never "my family vs your family." Our God - always with us and yet never near enough.

It can't be merely 38 years. It has to have been since we were babies. Surely we were born together. Surely there wasn't a time when I didn't have her at my side. If there were how did I make it? If there were from whence came my joy? If there were what gave me purpose?

It can't have already been thirty-eight years! We just met a short time ago. We're not old enough to have been together that long. 38-year marriages are for old people. Why, if you've been married that long then it's more than half over and that can't be. We've got too much to do. Places to go we haven't been. There's Egypt and Panama and Switzerland and China. Memories to make we haven't made. There's Samuel's graduation and Jeremiah's wedding. 38 years already - no, I don't believe it.

I asked her, the other day, to marry me. She said (as she always does ), "I can't. I'm already married." Now how sweet is that?!?! Then she started talking about how great her husband is. After hearing her describe him, I couldn't blame her for saying "No." I'm glad she has him. I hope she keeps turning me down and keeps him.

August 23, 1969 - an ordinary day to an uninformed world. The beginning of an extra ordinary adventure for this old man. I wish the whole thing - from then to now - had been video taped so I could watch it all again. In real time, no fast-forwarding, no muting - only pausing and, maybe a little re-winding and slow motion. Yeah! Slow motion, that would be good.

I love my wife.

Monday, August 20, 2007

He Was Young - And Now He's Old


OK. Last month I turned 60 - on July 18 to be exact. As I have often pointed out, that is actually an expression of location. To say "I'm 60" means that, since the day I exited my mother's womb, I have ridden around the Sun on this muddy dirt ball called "earth"  back to the original place for the 60th time. It's as much a location thing as it is a time thing. Another thought. Since the sun is not really stationary in the universe, but traveling on some trajectory and carrying its orbiting planets along with it, our trips around the sun are not really like traveling round and round the center of a flat plate. They are more like following the spiral of a Slinky. So we never really go back to where we were before.

All of that is some non-normal thinking about what it means to be 60. The easy explanation of what it means to be 60 is "it's been 60 years since you were born." But, what else does it mean? It means your kids are grown. In some cases it means they have kids. It means the morning question "Did you sleep well?" is a question that is actually seeking information. It means, no matter how optimistic you are, you finally realize there are more years behind you than in front of you. It means you relish the idea of being "carded" when you ask for the senior discount (an event which, by the way, would NEVER happen).

I've decided to commemorate the achievement of having traveled 17.53 billion miles thought space.  I plan to do something memorable this year. First, I followed through on standing commitments to myself concerning bicycling. I rode the MS 150. That two day event is a standard part of my year. That commitment has to do with MS and my sister more than my agedness. However, it carried extra agedness meaning this year. You can read more than you want to know about that ride in earlier editions of our blog. It resulted in the worst biking injury I've had, to date, and yet another completed ride and a fairly decent (and brief) DVD, since Marilyn was there to shoot a little footage at the Finish Line. Second, I rode, last month, in the Tour de Goatneck. The Goatneck is a 70 mile ride and satisfies my decision to ride, in miles, an organized ride equal to the number of years I've reached in July of each year. I call it my annual BMR (birth month ride) Since I'm only at 60 years, the Goatneck will satisfy that commitment for at least another decade. The main memorable thing I'm planning this year - my 60th air breathing year - is the G.R.E.A.T. Ride. I will describe that ride below. First, though I need to report on the Goatneck - since I have pictures.

There were six of us who rode, two young men who accompanied me last year, two who are
 committed tot he GREAT Ride later this year, David Park (my son-in-law) and me. The two GREAT Ride riders rode the 41 mile route. The rest of us ride the 70 mile route. It was a "cool" day - high in the mid-eigthies and overcast most of the day. The four long riders stayed together by waiting for each other at the rest stops. Then, we would agree on which stop was to be stopped at next and ride our own pace to that stop. That way we were together, yet free to pedal at our own strength on the course. We finished the course in pretty much the same order as we arrived at most of the Rest Stops. I was second of the four. My average speed for the day was 16.2 mph. I set a new personal best maximum speed of 42.7 mph. Everyone enjoyed to day and the companionship. The Goatneck is a good ride. I enjoy haivn it as my BMR.
The Grande/Red Excursion Across Texas Ride - the GREAT Ride. I've decided to describe this in another post. tune