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On the road again, with a bicycle: Where green is the new black

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A glam shot, before the mud and rain and salt water turn it into a real mean green machine. Taken on the way home from picking up my new bicycle at Costillo's Hardware, the place where we bought similar bikes two and a half years agoo.
A glam shot, before the mud and rain and salt water turn it into a real mean green machine. Taken on the way home from picking up my new bicycle at Castillo’s Hardware, the place where we bought similar bikes two-and-a-half years ago.

It was time.

I’ve been waiting since March for Mario to return my bicycle and here it is mid-July.  I don’t think it’s coming back.

Not that I was expecting to see it again.

Mario used to work for the complex where we live. When he started showing up for work on foot I was kind of surprised and concerned. I knew that he lived over behind the airport and that is a bit of a hike to be taking twice a day.

It turns out that his bike frame had rusted in half. Read the rest of this entry »

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Why is that guy going though his pants pockets like a maniac doing the Macarena?

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That's me in my patented Heroic Man on Bicycle" stance, which people have begun to notice all over Ambergris Caye. Actually, this photo has nothing to do with the post. Just a shot Rose took in front of Crazy Canuck's bar shortly after I walked right through the middle of an intense horseshoe tournament. I am really thinking: "How many other ways can i embarrass myself?"
That’s me in my patented Heroic Man on Bicycle” stance, which people have begun to notice all over Ambergris Caye. Actually, this photo has nothing to do with the post. Just a shot Rose took in front of Crazy Canuck’s bar shortly after I walked right through the middle of an intense horseshoe tournament. I am really thinking: “How many other ways can I embarrass myself?” So far, I have found three: the horseshoes, today’s post and one more I’ll fill you in on soon.

It was supposed to be a quick ride into Castillo’s Hardware (Motto: “Do it Best.”) on Pescador Drive for an adjustable wrench and to return the awful flat spanner 4-in1 bike wrench that I’d purchased the day before.

Lesson one: Any tool designed to do more than one job does no job well.

And yes, while I’m here, how about a pair of those $3 reading glasses because, you know, on a tropical island you can never have too many pairs of glasses.

Mission accomplished:  a nice $27 BZD dropped forge steel, full chrome polish, satisfaction guaranteed 8-inch adjustable wrench.  Made in China specifically for Do it Best Corp. (Hey, I thought it was just a slogan.) I know it is a good wrench because “Do it.” is imprinted twice on the tool.

The wrench is to be used to adjust the rear wheels on our bikes, thus tightening the chains which have stretched considerably after three months. We bought the bikes at Castillo’s from the store’s bicycle queen, Carla. I go to her for all my bike questions. Read the rest of this entry »

A bit of this, a little of that and then some . . . . ice cream

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Easter Sunday morning, just as the sun is starting to arise on Ambergris Caye.
Easter Sunday morning, just as the sun is starting to rise on Ambergris Caye.

Rose was pretty adamant on Easter morning: There will be no taking of photos during Mass.

That is why you will not see pictures of the 12 burly men of San Pedro dressed as the Apostles, or the little girls of the choir in their white gowns and heels, or the many devout abuelas.  Read the rest of this entry »

Forget that ‘sign from God’ thing I was talking about

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Rose (above) and I fell in love with Ambergris Caye while pedaling around on a pair of rented bikes. We both see this as our primry mode of transportation as we make the move to the island in less than two weeks.
Rose (above) and I fell in love with Ambergris Caye while pedaling around on a pair of rented bikes. We both see this as our primry mode of transportation as we make the move to the island in less than two weeks.

That “sign from God” thing I mentioned in my last post?

You know, when my beloved 1981 Trek mountain bike with the urban tires was almost completely ignored at our garage sale, and I said it was a sign from god that I should keep it?

Well, not completely ignored. This one cranky old guy spent a ridiculous amount of time pointing out the dings and scratches and scars on the frame and kept saying, “Well, you know this will have to be refinished …”

Me: “Well, no, not really …”  and  “Oh, sure, it has marks but …” and so on. Read the rest of this entry »