Underblog Rides Again

I suppose that I can complain about the frustrations of trying to keep vintage bikes operational.

Maybe I will complain about all the photographic opportunities that I miss. Like yesterday, when a grain barge was making its way upstream (presumably) to the mill. I would take more photographs if the camera was not so bulky and take so long to turn on. This is why I need a Nikon D70: The shutter speed and warm-up time are both considerably less than that of Roomie's point and shoot Olympus.

If we move away from here, it may well be that I will complain about the lack of space. I don't know where all my books are going to go. I really hate to let go of my con law and con hist collection, which has taken years to assemble and is pretty decent. Also, I have read and referred to them enough that I would not get much money for them. The motorcycle and shop space will also be a concern, at least until I can convince Roomie that what we really need is a quonset hut. Unlike me, she (probably wisely) refuses to make quonset hut acquisition a high priority. "Your challenge is to figure out how to incorporate a quonset hut into [our future imaginary living] compound." My response "No problem!" came a little too quickly. I suppose she did say "challenge."

I can always complain about the invisibility of being a motorcyclist. Yesterday, a pedestrian was so attentive to the truck coming up the hill that she was oblivious to me coming the other way. I knew she didn't see me, but I went around her rather than stop for her anyway. Teach her to look both ways! My general rule is that when people are in the crosswalk waiting for traffic to stop, I will almost always yield for them. At busy intersections (like Harvard and Washington) where pedestrians seem oblivious to traffic, I may try to snake through the herd.

Finally I may complain about work, should I be lucky enough to find some. I could certainly complain about the lack of work if I cannot. Somehow, it has never been a problem. The only hitch is that I am overqualified for the menial jobs I have had in the past, and underqualified for any jobs that require special training or qualification.