My ebike is perfect now. The fenders and skirts are off and all the parts are lubricated and tightened. The new car carrier has also been improved, and for the first time I have a new helmet, not a hand me down from Mara Shepherd or Barbara Chase. Not that I wasn't grateful for those when I was given them. Tomorrow I drive with Marg, a new biking friend, to the one week, VOC bike camp near Oliver.
Last Saturday Mo, John and I biked to watch the parade at the Armstrong fair. The theme this year was Sheep Thrills. This man was the most eccentric entry. He never waved and didn't crack a smile. Stare as I did, I could not figure out how he powered and steered his ???? Is that a sheep he's astride?
There were many creatures in sheep's clothing, but this beaver was the funniest and least sheepish.
First bounty from the yard. Jay and I made plum sauce from the Green Gage and Italian plums and there are still plenty more on the trees.
The Thursday ride with the VOC. My mother would say that I look like Happy Hooligan in my new turquoise helmet and electric yellow jacket.
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