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September 19, 2017

Vizio E600i

I have this television. I think it's a Vizio E600i, and today it did something funny where my screen got smaller (narrower). Trying to figure out how to make it widescreen again.

Finally, I went to my PC window and changed the properties on the Windows to make the display properties something like Right - Click - Screen Resolution - 1280 x 720.

Posted by Rob Kiser on September 19, 2017 at 6:11 PM : Comments (0) | Permalink

September 16, 2017

Peaceful Hills 11


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September 13, 2017

Freemont Train

In the morning, I wake up and stumble around the YMCA in Oakland. At $70 a night, it's the cheapest place I can find to stay.

Catch the Freemont Train into work. It costs me like $1.90 to ride BART to 19th street station. Then, just a few blocks east to Kaiser Center at 300 Lakeside Driver.

I looked up when I was here last. I was last here 2 months ago in July. In July, we had the farmer's market every wednesday, and the weather was warm.

But now, it's cool and foggy. There's no sky.
Before lunch, I walk down into China Town to the grocery store on 10th between Webster and Harrison and buy 2 bags of their jelly candy.

At lunch, we go to the farmer's market, and then eat outside on the patio. Afterwards, we buy fresh strawberries from the central valley.

When it was warmer, the crowds were larger. But now that it's turned colder, people are haggling over the prices and the markets are trying hard to move their produce.

In the office, some Indians bring in a sweet candy that tastes like pralines.

So, I'm eating pralines, strawberries, and jelly candy from china town. And then, the cookie girls come around. They come around every wednesday bringing us plates of cookies. I take a white chocolate macadamia nut cookie.

Sipping diet coke, looking out over Lake Merritt from the 7th floor of the Kaiser building.

But mostly, I'm bored, and I want to go ride my motorcycle down in South America.

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September 12, 2017

The Swig Company

The Swig Company owns the Kaiser Center at 300 Lakeside Drive, Oakland, California.

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September 11, 2017

Don't Look Down

I catch the BART into work. My Clipper card is in my wallet, and it still has about $25 on it. Like...I've not been to Oakland in a while. It's been a couple of months, I think. Not sure when the last time I was here was.

Somehow, I have a bike in Denver, and a bike in Los Angeles, but no bike in Oakland. So, I take BART. And, I walk into the Kaiser building, and I'm not sure what floor I'm supposed to be on. Like, I think it's 7. It's hard ot say for sure. I push 7, and it's the right floor, and my card works. And, I walk down to the office I normally sit in, looking out over Lake Merritt. Like, you sort of get the feeling that, at some point, someone's going to pinch you and you're going to wake up. But the dream keeps going. On and on.

Where is Cindy? Where is Natalie? Where is John? Sapna? Pallab.

Like, I'm just a pawn in this game. A very small player with a bit role. This gig will not go on forever. It can't.

At lunch, Nassir and I walk down to a little Mexican restaurant. Nassir is a good guy, even if he is canadian.

All day, at work, you're seeing people, and a logical question is "where were you this weekend?" Because, we all commute every week. And, if you could fly anywhere on earth for the weekend, then why in God's name would you go home?

Pallab was in NYC. Asok was in Chicago. John was in Jacksonville. Sapna didn't come in. She's taking PTO in Tahoe. Rode her bike around Lake Tahoe last yesterday, apparently.

I fly out here, and leave all of my motorcycle gear on my bike at Denver in short term parking. Only once I get on the plane does it occur to me that I don't have a jacket now. And I'm headed to San Francisco, which Mark Twain once said "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco".

But, the weather isn't cold, so I'm ok there. It is raining. And, I wonder why I don't have my umbrella.

John has finally talked me into staying at the YMCA. Like, I don't really care. It's cheap. I'm not proud. What the hell do I care? So, I'm staying at the YMCA Hotel in Berkeley. You have to email them for a reservation. But, no more Marriot Downtown Oakland for $150 a night. Now, I'm staying at the YMCA for $50 a night. Wooohoo!

At some point, I run into Asok.

"Asok, I left a motorcycle at the airport in Los Angeles. Are we going to be back in LA?"

"I dunno. I think that we are done with the co-location part. It seems that maybe now we will be in Oakland...."

Like...this dream doesn't end, but it's not exactly stabled, predictable, or straight-forward.

So, I'll have to fly down to Los Angeles, and get the KTM. Ideally, I'll ride it back to Denver. But, more realistically, I'll just roll it up to San Francisco.

Honestly, I dont' really know what I'll do with it. LIke..every day is like a dream.

After work, I take the BART up to the Downtown Berkeley station, and go check in at the YMCA hotel, and John's urging.

Like, he's always sort of whispered that the YMCA is up here,and it's the chepaest place to stay, and the bathroom is down the hall, and who gives a fuck really?

Like...I've got a lot of problems. Money's not one of them. But, sure. There's no point in handing my $$$ to Marriott, when I could be saving it for my trip to Tierra Del Fuego.

The bring me my pizza at Jupiter. It's a Eutropia pizza? Like...this is where I used ot eat when I stayed in Berkeley. It's one of my hang outs.

I can't say how happy I am with the way my career ended up. Like, instead of bending over and licking the corporate boot, kissing ass to the grave, I tossed certainty aside, took an enormous gamble, that paid off in spades. Now, I have more money than I know what to do with. Like...literally, I can't figure out what to do with all of the cash, and I'm now buying bitcoins.

And, I find myself, possibly, in Oakland for the rest of the year. And I'm OK with that.

Like...I'll need to find a place to park a KTM or an Africa Twin.

My greatest fear at this point is that my contract will be extended. I think it's up at 12/31/2017. And, if they extend me, then it means that I can't go to Tierra Del Fuego in 2018. :(

Like, after spending my life bouncing across the USA like a ping pong ball in a dryer, I'm so happy to be working in California that there aren't words. I finally really got a chance to work in Los Angeles, and get to know the LA basin somewhat. Now, I'm working in the bay area again. And, I'm in Oakland, but I'm OK with this.

Like...I've worked in SF plenty of times. I'm east bay, but I can hop on bart and be in the city in no time.

I certainly don't need a bike out here (in the bay area), but only I think I migh tlike to have one here, if I could only find a place to park it. Like...I could easily just see myself staying out here. Riding my bike up and down the coast, like saragasso weeds on the tide.

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Return to Oakland

In the morning, I get up go to the airpot. Today, I'm flying to Oakland.

Now, I park my motorcycle in the covered parking garage at DEN in Level 4 K West. And now, I have to think....where's the KTM? KTM is at LAX, but I'm going to Oakland. So, I won't have a motorcycle in Oakland. So, I don't need my riding gear, so I leave the helmet, gloves, jacket, pants on the bike.

I go through the pockets like a lunatic. If someone steals the gear, this is not a big deal. It's not really worth anything, and needs to be replaced anyway. But, I dig into the left pants pocket and pull out about $4,000 in my money clip. Don't want to leave that on the bike.

This weekend, I rode my bike over Guanella Pass. I didn't recognize any of it. Maybe 2-3 places I recognized, but mostly it was completely foreign. And I've been over that pass many times.

I board the flight, and I sit in 3A, on the plane at heading to Oakland.

It's hazy from the forest fires all over the country, so I don't shoot and fall asleep quickly.

When I wake, we're over the Central Valley. I start playing some music from my macbook air. I put some songs on it this weekend. It's the songs that Jennifer played on our trips to Mexico this year.

Everything fades. And, I could never remember these songs. Like, when she plays them, then I remember them, and I sing along. But that part of my brain that remembers the songs doesn't work. At all. Like, if you gave me a piece of paper, and said "write down the songs than Jennifer played", I couldn't do it. But, as I'm watching our videos that she shot with the GoPro, I see that we're both singing the songs, driving across the Yucatan or the Baja.

So, I downloaded some songs, and I play them now on my macbook air, as we're flying across the central valley. I don't like flying into Oakland as much as I like flying into SFO. The reason is that the approach is different, and I don't get to shoot the Cargill Salt Flats. I think that I'll start flying into SFO.

We land and taxi to Oakland. Before I deboard, I have to check out my seat like a lunatic. Nothing left behind. No helmet in the overhead bin. I've walked off the plane and left my helmet in the overhead bin before (at Ontario). I've also lost my glasses on the plane before. (I have 2 pair. Don't ask.)

But I deboard and I'm walking down the terminal, and I know this airport well, and I'm expecting to see some stores come into focus, but they don't. And the longer I walk, the more I realize that this airport doesn't fit my mental image of it. At all. Slowly, it dawns on me...I was thinking of LAX, and I'm in OAK. That's why it doesn't match. OK. Got it. Carry on.

I hop onto BART and head towards downtown oakland.

Now, the texts start coming in. John isn't coming in. His team is remote this week. So, John, Natalie, and Sapna won't be in. Natalie and Sapna live across the bay in Oakland.

But, at work, they're redoing the lobby. So, I walk in, and the entire lobby is framed out in sheetrock, so it's very disorienting. I walk around and end up at a starbucks, and then I see Ed Ferrari. "Hey...how's it going?" Last time I was in Oakland, we had dinner together. Some things I remember.

But most things I don't recall that well.

I stop into an office when I see Ragu. One of the people in the office was with me at UCLA, apparently. And took a photo of me sitting on the couch with my feet on the coffee table. On my iphone. Because I asked him to. Like...I don't recall that. And I have the photo.

Gorda comes in on the 7th floor, and she starts talking to me like we're best friends. "Y'all are back. Yay." I look around nervously. I don't really recall ever speaking to her, but I must have at some point. These conversations are hard to fake. Like..you're just making it up out of whole cloth. I think that she lives in Canada.

So, I sit down in my office, turn on the fan. Close the blinds so that the sun over lake merritt isn't too warm on my shoulders. And start another work day. Not sure why I'm here. Or what I'm supposed to be working on. It's all just sort of, you fake it and act like you know what's going on. Don't speak until spoken to. Try to do all of your communication through email, and take notes like a lunatic.

I will say this, though. They should have counseling for people that are single and send their only kids off to college. It's like the worst breakup you can imagine. Michelle and I were only married for 7 years, and I don't think either one of us was glad to see the other one go.

But now, it's different. Now, a kid you brought into this world, that's been your best friend for 19 years, disappears like snow in the springtime. Yesterday, I rode my 2017 Honda Africa Twin by the little stocked pond where she and I used to catch trout when she was knee-high to a grasshopper. And, only now, can I see the pond for what it is. It's just this stupid little square pond, not very big. You could probably throw a rock across it. And, you realize that the pond is nothing. The fish are nothing. It was the fusion of me, her, the pond, and the fish. And, as you start to pull away, you see things more clearly. This is not good. I'm a grown man, riding my motorcycle down the road, crying like a baby.

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September 10, 2017

Mexican Road Signs

This website has a bunch of the mexican road signs.


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Things to buy for the trip

New iphone (one with headphone jacks, thank you very much)
New helmet
new motorcycle jacket
gas can for bike
givi case for bike
order cigarette lighter for bike
Canon EOS 50D
oil filter
fix a flat

read owner's manual for new bike
Make spare keys for Honda
Load up Garmin GPS with maps of 16 countries
Repair CC Filson suitcase
install cigarette lighter on bike
copy files off of external hard drive
copy files off of MacBook Air
copy files off of cameras
copy gps tracks off of GPS
erase GPS tracks from Garmin Montana 600
get new 52 page passport
learn what the spanish roadsigns mean
learn the exchange rates for 16 different currencies
create a word document of all of the 16 embassies and print out a copy
trap raccoons

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Entering Mexico

This time, I need to find out where I'm supposed to go when I enter Mexico. Since they're not really a country, they just wave you through at the border. But, I need to get a stamp when I enter the country, because they require you to have the stamp when you get on the ferry at Pichilingue.

So, I'd like to get this taken care of at the border because, once you get to Pichilingue, they won't let you on the ferry if you're in the country illegally. And, if you're there on a Saturday, then you have to wait until Monday for the office to open up that will stamp your passport.

Posted by Rob Kiser on September 10, 2017 at 10:09 PM : Comments (0) | Permalink

State Department Advisories



El Salvador



Costa Rica


Posted by Rob Kiser on September 10, 2017 at 9:51 PM : Comments (0) | Permalink

Planning for Tierra Del Fuego

I'm sort of loosely trying to figure out my trip to Tierra Del Fuego. Like...how far will it be? How will I cross the Darien Gap? Will my cell phone work in Latin America? etc.

It looks like the first part of the trip will be about 6,400 miles.

Then, this guy says he can ship your bike from Portobelo, Panama, to Sapzurro, the first town of Colombia. Then, on another cargo ship, to Turbo, Panama.

From Panama, the trip is pretty wide open, but I'm thinking something like this (9,000 miles).

Then, the last little part to get to Tierra Del Fuego, is about 600 miles and you have to take a ferry.
So, the total mileage looks something like:
North/Central America: 6,400
South America: 9,600 miles
Total: 16,000 miles

If you ride 300 miles a day, that would take about 53 days of riding, plus, it might take about 3-4 days to ship the bike, so that's about 56-57 days. So, about 2 months on the road.

Although, now that I think about it, if I'm crossing the border for 16 countries, then that's going to kill about a half a day for each border crossing. You have to go through Aduana, Immigracion, Immigracion, Aduana each country you go though. So, that takes a while. So, if we add 8 days to it, then you have 64-65 days. I think that, what I can do is, if I'm behind schedule, I can just make a balls-out run down through the Sechura/Atacama desert to make up time, and then hit Bolivia, Paraguay, Uruguay, and Brazil on the way back from Tierra Del Fuego.

Then, if you're spending $100 a day on food, gas, lodging, then that would cost about $5,300, not counting shipping the bike.

When does my passport expire? May of 2023. So, I've got 5+ years before it expires.
How many pages are left empty in my passport? I have about 12 pages left in my passport. Not sure if that will be enough, because they seem to stamp your passport when you enter and exit a country. So, let's see how many countries I would go through:
Mexico,Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama, Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, Argentina, Paraguay, Brazil, Uruguay, Chile. So, that's 16 countries, or 32 stamps. But it looks like they can usually do 2-3 stamps per page. So, if they did 3 stamps per page, it would take up 11 pages. That would be cutting it pretty close.

Maybe I should get a new passport before I leave and ask for one with lots of pages in it. I think you can get special passports with more pages.

OK. Here's the deal:

You used to be able to add more pages to your existing passport, but they don't do that any more.

If you renew your passport within the United States, please indicate your preference for a 28-page or 52-page book by checking the appropriate box at the top of the form. The good news is that there is no fee difference for book sizes.

My deal is that I don't want to turn in my current passport. I always just tell them that I lost the old one, so I don't have to turn it in. In theory, they return your passport to you, but I'm not clear that they always do return it.

The Verizon Trip Planner says my iPhone 4S is compatible for Voice, 2G, and 3G data with the following countries:

El Salvador
Costa Rica

What would be the best time to roll into Tierra Del Fuego (temperature-wise)?

So, I'm trying to figure out when the best time would be, ideally, to get to Tierra Del Fuego. Like, ideally, I'd get there on the warmest day of the year. Much like I did when I got to Dead Horse, Alaska. I got there on July 31, and then left on August 1st. However, for the record, when we left Dead Horse on August 1st, it was 38F, and raining. Like...we were freezing our asses off from Dead Horse to Ptarmigan Pass. It was very close to snowing. Not fun. So, I really don't want to repeat that experience in Tierra Del Fuego.

In places where the difference between the length of day and night is greater between summer and winter (such as very far north - Alaska, Norway, etc), the solstices are called midsummer and midwinter. But where the temperature variation is more noticeable than the variation in the length of the day, like in Iowa or the lower United States, we use the terms "the first day of summer," etc.

Northern Hemisphere:

Summer Solstice - The longest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere is June 21.
Winter Solstice - The shortest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere is December 21.
Normally, December through February feature the coldest temperatures of the season in most of the United States.
In Alaska, the coldest day of the year usually occurs in mid-to-late January for much of the state.
In Alaska, the hottest day of the year usually occurs in July 1st - 20th for the northern part of the state.

Southern Hemisphere:

In Argentina and Australia, winter begins in June. The winter solstice in the Southern Hemisphere is June 20 or 21, while the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, is December 21 or 22.

Winter Solstice - The shortest day of the year in the Southern Hemisphere is June 21.
Summer Solstice - The longest day of the year in the Southern Hemisphere is December 21.

In Ushuaia, Tierra del Fuego (Argentina), the warmest month of the year, on average, is January. But, it looks like, if I could get down there by the end of February, I'd be OK.


I am not sure when my last day on the project will be. Right now, I believe my contract is set to end on 12/31/2017. However, they could terminate my contract tomorrow (which would be fine with me), or they could extend me through June of next year. You never know with these things. My problem is that, if they decide to extend my contract, I'm not clear that I'm in a position to refuse the work. So, basically, if they choose to extend me again, then it means my trip to Tierra Del Fuego is put on hold for another year. This is not something I desire, but again, I can't really walk away from this project. I just can't.

Assuming that they let me go at the end of the year, however, then my plan looks something like this.
1) Ride the KTM from Los Angeles to Denver.

2) Ride the Honda from Denver to Los Angeles, staying as far south as possible, due to winter weather in northern hemisphere.

Now, the timing of this doesn't have to be in December. In theory, I could bring back the KTM the next time I'm in Los Angeles. (I'm not clear when that will be. I'm in Oakland for the next two weeks, apparently.)

But, in theory, I could swap bikes some time around the end of this month, before it starts to snow (hopefully).

The reason that I want to start my trip in Los Angeles, is that I want to roll through Baja again. I kind of like it down there, in a crazy sort of way. Like, it's just this barren desert, and it's really hard to say what the attraction is, but there are a few places along the Baja that I have skipped, and this bothers me at night. Like, OK...sure....I've been to Tijuana, Rosarito, Ensenada, Bahia De Los Angeles, Loretto, Mulege, La Paz, Todos Santos, Cabo San Lucas, San Jose Del Cabo, Muleje...but there's a few places in the Baja that I've not been.

I've not been to Bahia Tortugas, Puerto San Carlos. These are a few of the towns that I skipped on my previous trips through the Baja. And, what's funny, is that Peter DeLeo told me this. He castigated me. When I told him about my maiden voyage down through Baja on the XR650R, he told me....."No. Man. You're missing it. Get off of Mexico 1. You've got to go down to all of the out of the way beaches. You've got to get down there to where no one has ever been before. That's the trip man. That's what you're after."

But, of course, I just ignored him. I was scared to death. It was the first time I'd ever been outside of the United States alone on a dirt bike in the Mexican desert. I wasn't comfortable pushing the envelope in the manner he described. But now...yeah...I'm all in. So, I do want to hit a few of these smaller off-the-beaten path places. Finally.

So, Bahia Tortugas and Puerto San Carlos. Those are the big ones on my list that I'd like to at least visit on this trip.

Then, down to Pichilengue, catch the ferry to Mazatlan, and just follow the coast (on the Pacific side, this time).

So, right now, my map looks something like this.

From here, there's nothing tricky in Central America. Just roll down into Panama. This time, I'll go all the way to Yaviza, Panama, and then ride up to Colon, as well. So the Costa Rica / Panama part looks something like this.

So, if I look at these maps that I've thrown together here, my milage now looks something like this:

Denver to Punta Arenas, Costa Rica: 5,630 miles
Punta Arenas to Colon, Panama: 900 miles
Denver to Colon, Panama: 6,530 miles
Miles per day: 300
Days from Denver to Colon, Panama: 22 days

So, the ride through North and Central America looks like roughly 6,530 miles. And, if I'm doing 300 miles a day, then that's 22 days. Or, 3 weeks. So, that doesn't seem too far off. It seems somewhat reasonable.

The Darien Gap prevents vehicles from driving to South America. It's a swamp/jungle that's protected, overrun with drug traffickers, snakes, mosquitos, jaguars, police that need to be bribed, etc. It's not a good place for a gringo to go on a street bike.

To get to South America, I can either crate the bike up at the Tocumen cargo airport like I did last time, or I might possibly try to put the Honda Africa Twin on a ferry/sailboat.

One guy say's he'll take your bike on a sailboat from Portobelo. So, I might end up taking a ferry/sailboat from Portobelo, which is only 30 miles from Colon, Panama.

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September 9, 2017

Release the Coons

Last night, I'm lying in bed (upstairs), and, downstairs an animal comes in through the cat door. We can hear the cat door open. Pokey is immediately concerned. This is interesting to me. Like, I know that a raccoon has been coming inside the house, but how does the cat know whether its a cat or another raccoon. (I have 2 other cats, and the other two are presumably outside. So, how does Pokey know it's not another cat coming in?). I dunnow how, but somehow, Pokey knows it's not one of the other cats. As I go downstairs, i hear the cat door again, as the animal goes outside. I grab the spot light, and then go into the garage. But I don't see anything. So, I look under the jeep, and there's a raccoon under there. Go back inside, go upstairs to get the .45. Put one in the chamber. Now, I go back into the garage, but I don't see the raccoon any more. So, I go into the front yard, and now, I see two skunks, walking with their tails completely vertical. So, I'm looking at these two skunks in my front yard, with a spotlight in one hand, and a .45 in the other. And, I decide to cut my losses, and I just go back inside and put the gun away.

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September 8, 2017

Everything Fades

Slowly, my muscle memory begins to fail. Now, I catch myself looking at the keyboard when I type. My fingers used to know where all of the keys were. Now, they're not so sure.

I find myself at a stoplight, and the light turns green, and I'm in 5th gear. This never used to happen. The hands and the feet would always put me into 1st gear at a red light. It wasn't anything that I did. I wasn't even aware that it was occurring. The hands and the feet used to make the bike go, and I honestly wasn't even aware of what they were doing. I only notice it now because they stopped doing it. Now, I roll up to a red light in 4th or 5th gear and sit there like an idiot. The light turns green, and I'm cussing the bike and trying to jam it down into first. Nothing to be proud of.

The new motorcycle has the controls in different spots. The horn, the turn signals, the starter button. Everything is moved on the new bike, and now the brain can't learn any more. So, I'm riding down the road, and I have to look at my handlebars to see how to make the turn signals work. Frequently, I see that my turn signals are already on, because I forget to turn them off. The thumb used to take care of that on his on. I never had to tell him what to do. But, after we turned, he turned off the turn signal. He doesn't do that any more. It's called muscle memory. And it's gone now.

Yesterday, I was taking a shower, and lost track of where I was. I was literally inside the shower in my own house, and my eyes were searching to try to determine where I was. Like...OK...I figured out that I was in my own house, but I've never had that happen before.

I was in bed watching TV yesterday, watching How I Met Your Mother on Netflix. I was supposed to be at UCLA, but I didn't go this week. And, on the episode I'm watching, Ted is a professor and it's his first day of class and he's in the wrong classroom and forgets how to spell professor. And he walks outside, and he's on the campus of UCLA. I'm freaking out because, how I met your mom is supposed to be set in NYC. Professor Ted Mosby is supposed to be a professor at Columbia University. But he walks outside, and he's at UCLA, obviously. They film there all the time because Hollywood is right next door to UCLA. I kind of feel sad that I didn't go to UCLA this week, and I have a motorcycle sitting out at LAX, and I'm not sure when I'm going back to UCLA, if ever. (We go to oakland next week.)

I was writing some SQL yesterday for work, and I kept coming back to this one line...the Pay Frequency is Biweekly...why is that in there? And then, I'd remember...they told me they only wanted biweekly people....I had this happen at least 10 times....over the course of one day, that I'd look at the same SQL, and think....why in the hell do I have pay frequency = biweekly? Why is that. Oh yeah....they only wanted Biweekly people. And this is the 10th time I've figured it out.

I'm not doing as well riding my bike, as everything fades. Last night, I'm riding back from Lake Evergreen at dusk...between dusk and full-on dark...and I'm rolling south on CO 73. This is one of the roads I like to shoot when I fly out on Monday mornings. I sit in 2A and shoot this little valley here, and I'm rolling south going about 50 in a 40 probably, and I crest a small hill, and a truck is stopped in the road (in his lane), but facing me. It's a 2 lane black topped road. And this truck is stopped in his lane flashing his headlights at me, and it dawns on me that I should stop. I jam on the brakes and realize that 3 mule are cross the highway. If he had not been there, I would have hit that small herd going 45 mph.

I don't know how I've lived this long on my bike without dying. I really don't. It's not that I know what I'm doing. I think I've just been lucky up to this point.

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