Rough Draft Friday

I don’t really know what to say. It’s been a week. It’s been a few of them, in my house and out in the world. So, I’m just going to share my current version of this. Consider is a prayerful wish, a wishful prayer or a meditation.

May all my people and all their people thrive, live long and prosper; have beautiful, joyous lives full of love, empathy, kindness, acceptance, forgiveness, peace, enlightenment and awe, to be shared with family, friends and community both near and far. May we take on challenges and feel connection, communion and closeness. May we reach for wisdom and focus to understand rich complexities while we wander and wonder. May wealth, vibrance, vision, generosity, gratitude, grace, service, simplicity, nature and nurture expand our territories, perspectives and balance while tinkling bells and belching tigers await us beyond that next turning of the canyon walls as we reach for all those things that make a life beautiful and well lived.

It references one of my favorite quotes:

“Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you — beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.” Edward Abbey

Training Tuesday September 22-29

Goal    90 miles,

Actual Total 29 miles

1st Ride 17 miles

2nd Ride 12 miles

Total Ride 29 miles

This has been the worst week since we started driving out west to ride. We had lower miles weeks at the beginning, but it felt really good to be out there riding and we were building, so we felt a little euphoria and no heartburn.

This low miles week did not feel good. We knew we’d have bad weeks and setbacks. We allowed for them. But, “some unbelievably bad allergic reaction to a bite of some kind with a little discomfort over the greater than 0 odds that the bite could have given me a rare bizarre disease that’s creeping into Georgia” wasn’t on the list of the kinds of things I thought of when thinking about possible unexpected setbacks. It somehow feels irrationally more behind. Like we still have to allow for all of the things we actively considered while considering the unexpected. And who knows, maybe we do.

I did go to the Dr. I probably stopped taking antihistamines too soon. It was hard to tell. I felt better in the mornings and over estimated how well I’d feel later in the day. Both rides were late in the training week.

I’ll choose my goal for next week when I figure out how well I’m doing. Over doing it this week could cost me later. I’ll probably ride as hard as it feels like I should this week and call that my goal, then decide whether the next week should be 90 or 99 miles.

Training Tuesday September 15-21

Goal    82 miles, in 2 longer rides

Actual Total 87 miles

1st Ride 42 miles

2nd Ride 45 miles

Total Ride 87 miles

We knew that we could only ride 2 days this week, so we chose to match our previous longest ride for the first one, and we just went as far as we could on the second. We kind of had our eyes on the state line, and that pushed us further. We racked more miles than our goal, but the push didn’t get us a view of Chief Ladiga. Which is fine. We don’t really want to exceed goal to any appreciable extent. That’s the point. Increasing by 10% per week is a max goal.

I was stiff and dragging the day after our second ride. We pushed in speed as well as distance. At first I thought it was training related, But, I usually feel good energy from all the endorphins after a ride and I was having trouble walking up the stairs by the end of the next day. 5 miles over goal might have been a bad idea, but it shouldn’t do that to me. So far I hadn’t even had problems with my knees nor the Morton’s neuroma. Those problems were the reason we looked up recommended rate of increase while building miles last go round.

I also got some kind of insect or arachnid bite that I mostly ignored until it made me take notice. Realizing that the way I felt could actually be the bite, I did some research. Best I can tell, it was likely an arachnid. The location on the back of the knee where my cycling knickers were bunched up points to a tick. I probably had a significant allergic reaction to the bite or sting. It was huge, I say, I say HUGE, really swollen and bright, bright red. My grandson looked at it and said “You’re gonna die” (the way a fourteen year old does), and his little sister said “Are you gonna die?” the way a going-on-4-year-old does. I’m glad the bite itself didn’t feel the way it looked, and glad it is behind me so I don’t have to look at it much. I was miserable all over, but that bite, as little as I actually felt it, was something you’d turn your head away from. I do expect to be able to ride next week tough and will make the dreaded trip to the doctor if I’m not. I have nothing against doctors, I used to have one for a father-in-law. I just don’t have healthcare coverage. The American (especially Georgia) healthcare system is pretty tough on gig workers (and so many others).

On top of all of that, trying to move my miles into two days has triggered the endorphine roller coaster. I usually only get that in the winter, or the rainy season, or other times when I have unintended gaps between rides. The two days have been close together instead of well distanced for going on three weeks in a row. Those exercise endorphins feel pretty sweet, but during the dip in the middle, the depression is real. And then, everything is blanketed in the ‘rona paranoia, and having to eliminate it as the possible cause for whatever is happening to my health before going “Whoa look at that! I bet it’s the bite.”

The good part is that after this week, I have no doubts about wanting to continue the project. I suspect if it hadn’t been for the bite, adjusting to an ever changing training schedule would have been the only real challenge. So, our goal is 90 miles. Exceeding (or falling behind) the goal can creep, so we’ll always be adding our 10%s to the previous weeks goal, not the actual miles ridden. See you next week!

Training Tuesday September 8-14

Goal    shifting toward longer rides

Actual Total 35 miles

1st Ride 35 miles

I thought we’d get 2 rides this week, but ended up making the most of the single ride that we had. 35 miles is the highest single ride mileage for us for on this project. It’s much harder to increase individual ride mileage enough to reduce the number of trips made while also increasing overall mileage. It was a good ride and a step forward. The temperature was warm for my tolerances and I got over heated. At the same time, I recovered faster than usual, so I took that to mean I’m getting stronger.

I’ve been building back up for a while longer than I’ve been writing Training Tuesday. I feel a great deal healthier than I was feeling, but sometimes after a ride my throat can be a little sore, and the next day, I can be stiff. Since those are common symptoms of Covid-19, that can be a head trip.

This is the first week that I’ve missed any part of the goal since beginning. I was beginning to feel a little strained though and think a light week was a benefit. I’m going to stick with 82 miles as the goal for next week rather than skipping over it. Because 1. I don’t know if I could do more, and 2. There is built in leeway in the plan.

Getting Real About Gear

I didn’t expect to be so heavily into neading to make gear and equipment decisions this early on. It’s beginning to feel like my wax rubbing Kickstarter. Never heard of that? It was going to be the small Kickstarter that showed I am earnest before branching out on bigger ones. Of all my many and various ideas, it might have been the most difficult to reward supporters, so it probably wasn’t the place to start. But the plus was that I learned a lot of what people learn on a first project, even though I never submitted it. I tried some experimental alternative products, read up on doing a successful Kickstarter, spent more money than I planned to ask for in the first place, then read something that advised to ask for enough money to be taken seriously. I could revisit and revise it sometime in the future, but I have a more timely and more important idea I think.

This video-riding project jumped to the forefront. I have an aversion to being on screen, especially if I have to talk. I like being behind the camera. I have things to say, but I have trouble bringing me along with all my ideas. Staying mostly in my comfort zone works for the project, but it’s a big challenge for the kickstarter video. I’m also really intimidated by the extraordinary level of talent and expertise in some of the Kickstarters. Finding where I fit among the likes of them is intimidating. But, then there’s the potato salad guy. Kudos to him BTW. Supporters had fun and everybody got what they expected, or more and some people got fed. I’m hoping there’s a place for me, for us, somewhere in the middle. I think we have a solid idea with a good purpose and I know we have strong commitment. It should be fun for supporters too.

My vision for this project was that, at its lowest level, a small Kickstarter would make a big difference to the base project, and it might even fund the ultimate goal. That’s still the hope, in part. But with the pandemic there have been so many changes. My MO for buying equipment has gone awry. I am the antithesis of an early adopter. Early adopters are great because they fund R&D, but I’m your original clearance section girl. I ride the bike that’s high on value per dollar. I don’t know what I would ride if money were no object, but I am comfortable not riding the bike that is the biggest target for someone to steal. If I have the latest anything, the store was going out of business, or it was one of those rare things that I wanted or needed enough to pay early adopter money. I was the first person among my user group to buy a particular model of Garmin once, and then took all the smart people who bought it next to be confirmation of the good choice. I can’t think of another time I spent new release money on anything. For this project, a Garmin that would do great elevations and has incident detection seems like it could be an important piece of technical and safety equipment. But, on the whole, I’m not looking for the cool factor. I used my last bike seat until the leather was streamering and the gel was oozing. Literally.

But, the age of our gear in miles caught us as unprepared as the pandemic and both have thrown a wrench in my normal purchasing habits. I just had a near overhaul and Russ is due for a complete overhaul. The crank has been damaged for some time, and he’s been putting it back together with Locktite every now and then for 2 or 3 years. He wasn’t riding so much and it stayed long enough for him to forget about it, so it was a real surprise when the pedal arm fell off mid-stroke. He took it to the shop where I’ve bought family bicycles for three generations. The repair estimate put the cost up around the range where you make the repair or replace decision, but the shop sold out big time when hitting the trails was the only pandemic possible cure for cabin fever. They didn’t have a new bike for his extra tall needs. Some shops said that extra-large was the frame size that was still around, but of course, they’re not more plentiful than they ever were. They’re just still around in some places for the same reason they were hard to find before. Not many people are 6″6″.

So, every gear decision is colored by what is available now at today’s prices.

It’s time to get funded so we can figure out what we have to work with.

Training Tuesday September 1-7

Goal    74 miles, still shifting toward 2 longer rides

Actual Total 75 miles

1st Ride 26 miles

2nd Ride 27 miles

3rd Ride  22 miles

I started writing my post on trail safety this week. That took a lot out of me, and left me with a headache. It also reminded me that one bit of my advice is to be unpredictable. So, in case I start to develop a pattern I don’t notice, I’m leaving dates and days of the week off my Training Tuesday posts now and just labeling them 1st, 2nd, and so on.

It feels a little strange for me to be working so hard to make my mileage right now. It’s a combination of having drifted to lower mileage over the last 2-3 years, and then becoming more sedentary without the Y or my rides when the Shelter in Place order happened. I also build up slower than the average person and I lose fitness faster. That makes training a little extra push. I don’t think it’s my age. It’s been a struggle for as long as I’ve been active.

My rides felt pretty good this week, but not so good that I could have fit them in two days. I had an increase in tingling toes and walked 3 or 4 hundred yards on the 2 longer rides to let that ease. Recovery days had a good bit of stiffness to them.

Next week it will be a challenge to get my miles because I can only ride on 2 days and the second ride can’t be an extreme ride. I’ll be giving blood the next day, and the donor instructions say not to do strenuous exercise within that time frame. I’ll do as much as I can tolerate on the first ride, and as much as feels comfortable on the second. If I don’t make my miles this week, I’m not going to beat myself up about it. I’ll make them next week, and it may be time for me to have an easy week.

My Bucket Runneth Over

Do you have a bucket list? I do. Russ didn’t like the phrase “Bucket list” though. I think it must have felt a little crude to him, so I re-titled mine “Dream Sheet.” That suits me better too.

What kinds of things are on your list? Is it full of things you expect to accomplish? Do you go about it in an orderly fashion checking off each box and planning to check them all? Are there unattainable things in your bucket list? I have a lot of things on my list that I never expect to be able to do. For me, my list really is a dream sheet, and I kind of think that there’s not much point in dreaming small. Dreams are beautiful to think about and a large part of the point is to reach for the stars, so, some of my dreams are really big and I have absolutely no power whatsoever to effect whether some of them come to pass. That’s not to say I don’t also have goals. Most of the goals I work toward aren’t on the dream sheet. There are also small things on my list. There are tons of them and most are equally as precious to me as the spectacular ones. Big dreams tempered with small expectations seems to keep me in my happy zone.

And, I like to leave doors open. The other day I found an infant life vest (flotation device) that cost $3. I was taken with the thought that I’d like to have a boat and friends (who might have a baby) in the future. Russ saw the tags still on the counter and commented. I was really actually embarrassed to admit what I had done in front of my daughter. It was the most ridiculous leap of faith I had taken in some time. He was making silly jokes about me paying $3 for tags. I sheepishly repeated that I’d like to have friends and a boat. We do have a canoe and grandchildren. The time when we can all play with it and others will be a welcome relief. My 3-year old granddaughter wanted to look out the moonroof in a parking lot the other day. She stood on the armrest with her head and shoulders above the roof and started waving and shouting “Hey, hello there, I’m not sick!” It was adorable and crushing, funny and heartbreaking. I have to wonder what effect this time in history will have on kids as they grow up. She certainly wants boats and friends too. But, when I bought that vest, it wasn’t with the grounded idea of our canoe in a post pandemic world in mind. My dad had larger boats, when I was growing up. We always kept enough life vests on board to fit a variety of the largest number of people we might ever carry. I think it was a bit of a call back to things I’ve known in my past and would welcome back into my present.

How do you use your list? Does the thinking in the list bleed through into small purchases for things that might or might not happen? And, how often do you think about your list if it’s in your head, or look at it if it’s written? For me, the plan is to read and update my dream sheet as a New Year’s ritual. I don’t always remember. It can be 5 years between looks,

My process is kind of like this. I open up the document and start to read. My thoughts go along these lines. “Oh yeah, I did do that. That was nice.” or “Hey, I can check that one off now. That was fun.” And then “Wow, I really did do that. I didn’t think it would ever happen” and then “Hey, I want to do these other 5 things too”. So, I kind of use it like a mash up between a diary of highlights and list of hopes for the future. It can be a little like looking at old photos, remembering where you’ve been and what made you feel happy while you were there with an added exercise in feeling hopeful about the future.

I also add items retroactively while I’m editing. For instance, once I got to take a dive trip to Belize. After the dive trip I went to an eco-lodge in the forest for some hiking, and to visit some Mayan ruins. That sounds like enough for a bucket list item, but the real experience for the trip could never have been planned. That night, in the remote eco-lodge there was a gorgeous view of the mountains with a thunderstorm pushing up against the other side. The eco-lodge was minimally powered and low light. In the middle of the forest, the light pollution extremely low, so the stars above us were as bright and visible as any I’ve ever seen. You don’t usually get to see so many stars and a thunderstorm in the same sky, but there it was, a dreamy star lit night all around us and a light show above the mountains in the distance. I couldn’t have hoped for that before it happened, or even imagine that was possible. It’s on my dream sheet now though, just to make sure I remember to appreciate having had an otherworldly experience.

Bucket lists and looking forward are hard for a lot of people right now. There are so many smashed plans and uncertainties. They’re hard for me too. I was driving out to ride my bike one day recently and heard Jet Airliner on the radio. I thought “I wonder if I’ll ever get on one of those ever again?” It was a casual thought, but I suddenly started blubbering. Can you believe that? Driving and crying to a Steve Miller Band song? I’ve certainly had my share of bucket list level experiences, and I have no complaints. I may have cried over the uncertainty of my future for all kinds of layered reasons, but I am well aware of the truly desperate times some people are facing right now. So aware that it is really hard to know what is appropriate to even hope for in the future. I do appreciate the small things though, and there are a few things on my list that I can pursue right now while the world is broken. I have a lot of fears and I don’t know how I’m going to work out all the things I’ll have to find a way to manage in the near or far future, but through it all, even while the world is broken, my cup and my bucket runneth over.

Training Tuesday August 25-31

Training Tuesday     August 25-31

Goal    67 miles, still shifting toward 2 longer rides

Actual Total 67.5 miles

Wednesday 26th, 24 miles

Thursday 27nd  14.5 miles

Saturday 29th 29 miles

I planned to go out on Tuesday the 25th, but there were heavy thundershowers all day. I was restless and ready to go. By the time Wednesday got here, I was dragging. Sometimes it’s difficult to sleep the night before a ride. I don’t know if it’s related, or just more irritating because I’m sensitive about being rested. I didn’t sleep much and was already dragging when I went out with little rest and a deadline for when I had to be home. I had hoped to stretch the longest rides longer in keeping with my goal to reduce the number of days I drive 97 miles, but on this first ride it became obvious that wasn’t happening this week.

The middle ride is where I put my added 10% of miles this week. I did that on the Greenway. More about that later.

The 29 mile trip this week was from Rockmart to Cedartown and back again, just like last week, except that we stuck an extra mile in there. Pirkle’s Deli saved my helmet for us and we came back with it hanging on handlebar. I think we handled the hills a little better this time, but we started late and I got overheated.

I’m looking at where I am in training and where Russ is. He’s building some of his cardio fitness running, and I think that will be ok in the end. I made goal, but mostly because I had a 3rd day riding in a location that makes me uncomfortable. I like riding 3 days for the distribution of heartbeats. It’s just the fossil fuels I’m burning and the pain in my pocketbook. I like riding in what used to be my go-to location. It’s a pretty winding streambed with good wildlife viewing. But, there’s always a bottle neck or 3 where people who are walking 2 or 3 abreast (or in even bigger family groups) meet other people walking 2 or 3 abreast in the other direction while cyclists allergic to braking enter the mess, as though they could just change states of matter and slide right on through. None of the people who fail to yield or walk single file are ever in the 1 or 2% who wear masks. Covid transmission is a lot less likely outdoors, but, if someone who’s sloughing contagion breathes on you in one of these bottlenecks, well, the damp humid Georgia air is going to transmit it better than any other kind of air, and there’s no way to plan for the traffic jam on a curvy, unevenly crowded path.

I’m looking for a better riding mask solution (sewing project on the way), but that’s still something that protects other people from anything I might have much better than it protects me from them. It’s the people who don’t think about others who have the habits that make them more likely to be contagious and transmitting. Every time I ride that path, I think I won’t do it again until I’ve had a vaccine that I’m confident about.

I’m also trying to figure out how I’m going to shift to accommodate both reality and goals. I don’t want a start date that could actually be anything I choose to push me into riding where there are frequent bottlenecks. I’m looking at some potential shifts, thinking of making 60 a significant number. I may start my recorded full trail rides on or near my birthday at the end of January, when I’ll be 60, and then do it for 60 weeks. That would give me 3 or more extra weeks to be ready. We’ll see. The weather in January could make for delays even if I’m trained and ready on the first. And, at the end of 52 weeks, who knows how I’ll feel. I won’t be able to quit cold turkey, but an extra 8 weeks of full time could feel like an eternity by then.

And Then, The Etsy Store

At one time, seems like it was around our unemployment year, I thought I (or we) might make a business with Etsy. I love crafting. I love up-cycling (not sacrilege, I only up-cycle things that can’t be restored). I love thrifting, when it’s in vogue, when it’s not. These were all things that had a robust market on Etsy and with Russ’ help, that had to be a good thing for a Second Hand Rose like me. If our shop became big enough, Russ could “quit his day job”. Yeah, everybody wants that, right? For a while there was an amazing market on Etsy for a nice range of things that Russ and I could do, but we weren’t in on the first years at Etsy and so we didn’t get the heyday halo.

One of the things that people are looking for when they shop Etsy is “One of a Kind (OOAK) The biggest problem with OOAK is time. Everything takes so much of it, and so many customers have had a steady diet of mass produced economies of scale. It is really hard to get a handle on how different things are, in production costs as well as costs to bring anything to market, when you move to OOAK, and then there’s the cost to get what you’ve got in front of a customer’s eyes. Each one of a kind item has one-off photography and listing requirements. And every business has its life cycle. Soon there was a lot of competition from people who didn’t keep track of their time or expenses. One person would undercut prices, and the next person would more than match the undercut. Artists often find it exhausting to become adept at marketing and Search Engine Optimization (SEO). People trying to earn a living were competing with people who just wanted to defray the cost of supplies so they could keep on doing their thing. There’s a lot to learn and you need to learn it from the people who are finding success on all those disparate fronts while competing with people who are selling at a loss.

On top of that, customers can’t often tell the real handmade from the mass produced. Most of the things I truly appreciate and want to do take a great deal of time on a level few people understand, and far fewer want to pay for. Big course stitches is the only way some people can recognize hand stitching and, on Etsy, things can be called “handmade” because a person sat in front of a sewing machine. Big course stitches can be beautiful, but tiny stitches with fine threads are too. It is just hard for some shoppers to comprehend that a person would voluntarily take all of those stitches with a needle and thread in hand. People who are interested enough to know the difference in these things are usually interested enough to be doing it themselves.

And then came all the side services SEO and advertising, and then coaches and productivity specialists. Then Etsy changed management and went public so, suddenly there were shareholders to please. The maximizing profit roller coaster created frequent changes that ate time. Dedicated artists and sellers had whiplash. It was, and is really hard to keep up with. And then that old issue of valuing time intensive original and handmade items, it still doesn’t jive with trying to match Amazon style margins and productivity. Even selling vintage things is time consuming for the one-off nature of listing what you find. Researching, photographing, writing up and packing up are a couple of hours, or more, per item and there’s a limit to how much efficiency can be squeezed into of the process.

And then there was the personal life. The first go ’round we lost all our crafts, supplies and items in a house fire. That was at least 50K uninsured. And then, It took time to rebuild the “stuff” of our lives. We briefly considered spending a few years as homeless vagabonds boondocking in a travel trailer, but made a more family oriented choice instead (no regrets there). Part of the reason we’re still selling is that same fire. We decided to replace things by buying as much second hand as we could. We couldn’t replace our own grandmothers’ things, but we could substitute someone else’s grandmother’s things. We both love the weight and feel of how things used to be made. And that’s when I became a borderline hoarder. I really dive into the thing I wander into. The housing market at the time was a seller’s market and it took a while to find the right house (whether we were successful in that is a long story in itself). I was spending a really insane amount of time in every thrift store, estate sale and garage sale we passed. “This is nice and I may never find it again…Oh, that’s better and I can put the other one in the travel trailer, or sell it, or give….”

The store has been a success in a lot of ways. I’ve had some cool experiences, united some people with the work of deceased relatives, made some people happy. I’ve always treated my customers like I was in business, but we’ve had the Etsy store since 2009 and, on average, sold just less than 1 item per week. It’s not a “real” business by any standard. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been worthwhile. If I didn’t like knocking around in thrift stores and estate sales, I wouldn’t have a basement so full that I’m overwhelmed just trying to organize it. The difficulty in organization is spilling over. I’m not really sure where the shop is going next. I don’t know if we’ll expand and turn it into a legit business on Etsy or elsewhere. Maybe we’ll shift into something altogether different. But one thing is for sure. The basement and my mind need some clearing. So, take a look in the store and see if there’s anything you’ve been longing for, something you didn’t know you needed, or that perfect gift.

Training Tuesday August 18-24

Goal:    61 miles shifting toward 2 longer rides

Actual: 63 miles

Tuesday 18th 24 miles

Saturday 22nd  28 miles

Monday 24th 11 miles

This week I got in the two longest rides I’ve done since Shelter-In-Place (SIP) and I feel really good about that, both mentally and physically. I met my total mileage goal and put most of those miles in 2 rides. That helps me move toward two rides a week for better transportation economy while training. I had settled into three 16 mile rides at the Greenway before SIP. The Greenway is the closest multi-use trail to my house so it was my primary location pre-pandemic. I would think about riding it twice per trip to up the ride miles and keep up with former levels of fitness, but I was near often at the trail to take a child to their sport and I was fitting the ride into available time rather than making time for a longer ride. General fitness was the goal then and I feeling lucky just to get to ride at all.

I’ve increased my mileage more than the recommended 10% per week for a couple of months now. I’m not too worried about that at this point because my mileage had gotten so far below what it was a few years ago, but staying really close to the goal rather than exceeding it is the point. This week was also higher than a 10% increase over the one before it. I’ll have to be more careful as I get further beyond recent norms, the increases will take a toll soon enough.

The 28 mile trip this week was from Rockmart to Cedartown and back. Russ was with me for that ride. It was the first time I had ridden to Cedartown in years, and the first time Russ had ridden there ever. This section has some of the prettiest views and some of the biggest hills. We did walk up some hills. The toughest hill dubbed “Trash Mountain” got its name for being beside the landfill. It’s a place where many people turn back. On a hot afternoon when the landfill has it’s full bake goin’ on, it’s the last place anyone want to be walking slowly, or pumping heavily. I won’t be able to capture the full essence of every aspect of the ride on video. That’s not a bad thing.

The Cedartown Depot is a popular place for a Support and Gear (SAG) station. There was one waiting on a large group of riders when we got there. In Cedartown, we went to Pirkle’s Deli, the place where we picked up sandwiches for our own groups when we worked SAG for whole trail rides. It’s still yummy. There is more outdoor seating than there was pre-pandemic. I was wearing a new Headsweats cap, so there was something on my head that I don’t usually have. Not noticing its absence, I forgot to put my helmet back on. When I realized it, we were looking at a hill and far enough away that I wasn’t sure I could make the whole trip back to the car if I went back for it the helmet. We called. They found it and are saving it for us. I have another helmet we got when we supported a Lumos Kickstarter and so I have something to wear until I get back. I was taking the really carefully on the way home. There are some curves close to hills in some places.