I’m headed to Los Angeles today to spend the week visiting customers and stafffing our booth the World Congress on Computational Mechanics (basically similar to last year’s USNCCM-equivalent). Since
Ride Around Washington is a scant five weeks away, I am bringing my bike in hopes of getting some hot-weather riding. I know: “a bicycle? In Los Angeles?” We’ll see how this works out. I’ve already set my expectations low.
Packing the bike was much more challenging than I remember it being when I did it last October. Since then, I had the disc brake installed. It all fit nicely once I pulled off the crank and kickstand. The remaining parts are bungeed within the case to reduce the jostling that will ensue after TSA rifles through my personals artefacts.
TMI time: I am officially greying. The discovery occurred during my July 4th weekend camping trip. Doubtful that there would be showers, I left my shaving kit at home. At the end of two days, I was looking rustic, a mere flannel lumberjack shirt and can of cheap domestic beer shy of the “mountain man” image. By the end of the trip, there was no denying the Santa Claus-colored chin hairs. Then this week, I discovered a couple of platinum jobbers on my head. They’re subtle, but if the light hits just right… salt and (mostly) pepper.
With a lottery magnitude optimism, I hope that the white chin hairs could mean I wouldn’t need to shave quite so often.
Also for the record, my major concern about my thinning, scalpal rainforest is sunburn, not vanity.