Another foggy day today, for sure. Visibility was very low but still noticeably cooler than when the sun DOES burn through and show its face. Even though I was not an early rider this morning, I had no need for sunscreen.
I seem to be making friends with passers-by around here. Seems like every day more people give waves and salutes and friendly beeps as they pass coming or going.
Just before I got back, I heard a loud "SCREEE!" I looked up over my right shoulder, and what should I see but a Bald Eagle swooping in a loop out of a very tall thicket of trees. Camera Access was Much Too Slow. DUH
Ride Started: 9:04 AM Ride Ended: 10:32 AM
Beginning Blood Glucose: 146 Ending BG: 133
(No breakfast; insulin pump basal rate cut back to 80% for this ride)
Stats from the GPS: Total Miles: 11.38
Overall average speed Moving Avg Max Speed
7.7 MPH 8.7 MPH 18.10 MPH
Total Trip time Moving Time Stopped Time
1 hour 28 mins 1 hour 18 mins 10 minutes
Friday, August 17, 2018
Thursday, August 16, 2018
Riding in the Soup
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| Very Poor Visibility |
The Smoky Mountains of Tennessee are aptly named. They often appear to have smoke arising from the sides of the mountains and the valleys in between. It appears to be mostly fog in the mornings and other times during the day when the temperature and humidity are right.
We often have some fog early in the mornings here between Spring City and Dayton TN, but this morning it was truly THICK. I started riding late, about eight, and the fog was still so thick I didn't even slather any sunscreen on and just rolled up my pants legs to the knee and socks down to the ankles (i.e. RedNeck Spandex) and took off. Not only did the fog not clear up; it actually got thicker, to the point I could hardly see 50 feet in front of me. My glasses fogged up to the point I had to stop and wipe them several times to clear up my vision. But no sunburn occurred. Just a nice ride.
So far I'm fairly impressed with Tennessee drivers. There aren't that many cyclists around; I've only seen one actually riding besides me. There are obviously others but our schedules have not overlapped to the point to where I've encountered more than just the one. In spite of the seeming lack of cyclists around, invariably the vehicle drivers I encounter give me more than enough room as they pass by, and they often give me a friendly "Toot" on the horn as they pass. Even on the 4-lane divided Highway 27 with extra wide shoulders, they normally pull into the left lane as they pass me and then come back to the far right lane after they pass, with plenty of clearance. Nice guys.
I also, while pedaling along and breathing heavily, enjoyed a lengthy ham radio conversation with Henry, KC4IJO. Also have established temporarily radio friendships with John N4AOW and others.
Ride Started: 7:52 AM Ride Ended: 9:23 AM
Beginning Blood Glucose: 141 Ending BG: 150
(No breakfast; insulin pump basal rate cut back to 90% for this ride)
Stats from the GPS: Total Miles: 11.5
Overall average speed Moving Avg Max Speed
8.1 MPH 9.1 MPH 17.0 MPH
Total Trip time Moving Time Stopped Time
1 hour 25 mins 1 hour 18 mins 9 minutes
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
What Treasures Can I Find Today
Whilst pedaling along on a relatively cool Tennessee Tuesday morning, I had only gone a few miles when a car pulled alongside me and slowed to match my pace. The gentleman inside was smiling and gesturing and after 30 seconds or so pulled on ahead and pulled over on the shoulder in front of me, requiring me to stop and see what he wanted. It was a moment or two before I registered the fact that he had a nice pedal-powered trike mounted on the rear of his car. He ambled out and walked toward and, with a distinct British accent, shook my hand and proceeded to regale me with stories.
He was not a bit over 90 years of age, originally from England, and was a WWII veteran, having served in both the RAF (British Royal Air Force) and the US Army Air Corps. He was mainly in training when the war was ending, but on a dare, flew one mission over France from England as a belly gunner in a bomber. He worked in all sorts of aeronautic and space programs, and was quite the tale spinner, also filling me in on some details about this area of Tennessee. He was a talker, indeed, and I almost had to insult him to get going and be on my way, enjoyable though he was.
When I was a college student in 1965-66 in Silver City NM at Western NM University, I occasionally visited friends up in the little village of Pinos Altos. Occasionally I would bump into a gold miner or two, of which there were several in those days, who spent most of their time back up in the mountains digging for gold and silver. None of them had struck it rich, but gold is found most everywhere if you look for it enough, and these guys often went for weeks without human contact. As a result, when they encountered some willing listener like me, they would enjoy TALKING to a live human so much that it was difficult to get away from them. This fellow reminded me of such guys, and sure enough, he lived in a nice home on top of one of the local Tennessee mountains, far from town. His wife of so many years still lived with him but evidently was in "bad shape" and provides little in the way of conversation for this ebullient Brit Boy. I commented on his accent and he laughed, saying he had left Britain about 1952 or so and didn't think he still maintained such an accent, but it was still quite evident, and really stood out here in the heart of downtown Tennessee.
He apologized several times for taking up so much of my time and said we should go on our own ways but 30 minutes later he was still holding forth. I apologized and explained after so long my wife would be worrying about me and we parted. Fun guy. This cut my riding time a bit short but I still almost made 10 miles to my surprise.
On Monday my radio/GPS tracker worked surprisingly well, and Tuesday - Not a drop of it. No clouds on Tuesday meant no ducting of the radio waves a bit farther to help out, I guess.
Oh, yeah, Treasures. I obtained tuesday, free of charge, a nice washer and a large bolt, both lying freely available for the taking on the road shoulder. Not only did I obtain such useful objects, but I might well have saved someone's tire or windshield. A few years ago just such a bolt flew off a cargo truck passing us in Montana, striking our RV windshield and making a mess of it in the process. It took me 5 miles to catch up to him and get his company and truck number. Little good it did me - when I called the company they proclaimed that unless the driver had pulled over and talked to me and acknowledged his guilt, they would never acknowledge or pay damages. So all truckers have to do is keep rolling..... BAH. No biggy. It only cost a little shy of $1000 to get new windshields installed. So at least THIS bolt goes into the safety of my spare-parts box instead.
Ride Started: 9:02 AM Ride Ended: 10:42 AM
Beginning Blood Glucose: 200 Ending BG: 66
(No breakfast; insulin pump basal rate cut back to 80% for the ride)
Stats from the GPS: Total Miles: 9.42
Overall average speed Moving Avg Max Speed
5.7 MPH 9.2 MPH 17.6 MPH
Total Trip time Moving Time Stopped Time
1 hour 38 mins 1 hour 1 min 37 minutes
He was not a bit over 90 years of age, originally from England, and was a WWII veteran, having served in both the RAF (British Royal Air Force) and the US Army Air Corps. He was mainly in training when the war was ending, but on a dare, flew one mission over France from England as a belly gunner in a bomber. He worked in all sorts of aeronautic and space programs, and was quite the tale spinner, also filling me in on some details about this area of Tennessee. He was a talker, indeed, and I almost had to insult him to get going and be on my way, enjoyable though he was.
When I was a college student in 1965-66 in Silver City NM at Western NM University, I occasionally visited friends up in the little village of Pinos Altos. Occasionally I would bump into a gold miner or two, of which there were several in those days, who spent most of their time back up in the mountains digging for gold and silver. None of them had struck it rich, but gold is found most everywhere if you look for it enough, and these guys often went for weeks without human contact. As a result, when they encountered some willing listener like me, they would enjoy TALKING to a live human so much that it was difficult to get away from them. This fellow reminded me of such guys, and sure enough, he lived in a nice home on top of one of the local Tennessee mountains, far from town. His wife of so many years still lived with him but evidently was in "bad shape" and provides little in the way of conversation for this ebullient Brit Boy. I commented on his accent and he laughed, saying he had left Britain about 1952 or so and didn't think he still maintained such an accent, but it was still quite evident, and really stood out here in the heart of downtown Tennessee.
He apologized several times for taking up so much of my time and said we should go on our own ways but 30 minutes later he was still holding forth. I apologized and explained after so long my wife would be worrying about me and we parted. Fun guy. This cut my riding time a bit short but I still almost made 10 miles to my surprise.
On Monday my radio/GPS tracker worked surprisingly well, and Tuesday - Not a drop of it. No clouds on Tuesday meant no ducting of the radio waves a bit farther to help out, I guess.
Oh, yeah, Treasures. I obtained tuesday, free of charge, a nice washer and a large bolt, both lying freely available for the taking on the road shoulder. Not only did I obtain such useful objects, but I might well have saved someone's tire or windshield. A few years ago just such a bolt flew off a cargo truck passing us in Montana, striking our RV windshield and making a mess of it in the process. It took me 5 miles to catch up to him and get his company and truck number. Little good it did me - when I called the company they proclaimed that unless the driver had pulled over and talked to me and acknowledged his guilt, they would never acknowledge or pay damages. So all truckers have to do is keep rolling..... BAH. No biggy. It only cost a little shy of $1000 to get new windshields installed. So at least THIS bolt goes into the safety of my spare-parts box instead.
Ride Started: 9:02 AM Ride Ended: 10:42 AM
Beginning Blood Glucose: 200 Ending BG: 66
(No breakfast; insulin pump basal rate cut back to 80% for the ride)
Stats from the GPS: Total Miles: 9.42
Overall average speed Moving Avg Max Speed
5.7 MPH 9.2 MPH 17.6 MPH
Total Trip time Moving Time Stopped Time
1 hour 38 mins 1 hour 1 min 37 minutes
Monday, August 13, 2018
Another Week in Paradise
Today's Enhanced Tracking due to Cloud Inversion
Saddled up the Catrike Recumbent this morning for a repetitive ride this morning. If I go more than a couple days without riding I tend to go a week or so without riding and then BOOM. I'm not riding regularly and outa shape. It takes weeks to build up the stamina and legs the least bit and only a few days of loafing to lose it all. At least that's the way it seems.
The weather seems to be cooling ever so slightly here in Tennessee. We're able to turn off the air conditioners at night and open the windows for some cool (relatively) outside air, sleep with the ceiling fan spinning overhead, and make it a half hour or so in the morning before cranking up the A/C units again. The temperatures are not as difficult to deal with as the humidity is. Often the humidity seems higher than the temperature.
I gained another road shoulder treasure today: A perfect dog leash, strung out on the side of the road. I was thinking maybe I should try to support our RV habit by picking up such finds along the roadway and selling them at flea markets. HAH.
My tracker seemed to work better than usual this morning, but my voice radio did not. It refused to transmit. I rode along listening to other hams chatting without interrupting them with my normally silly comments.
When i got back to the RV, Jacque suggested taking a short road trip down just south of the nearby GA/TN border on the highway to Dalton, to see the Joseph Standing Memorial.
Joseph Standing was a missionary who was murdered by a mob at this memorial's location in 1879.
The memorial is a small but very nice quarter-acre or so in a heavily wooded area near Tunnel Hill Georgia. We spent a couple hours there poking around and ate our picnic sandwiches at the concrete tables. A very nice day trip. When we got back later in the afternoon I was able to find the broken connection in my trike radio wiring and re-solder it so now I can shoot my mouth off over the radio again.
Saddled up the Catrike Recumbent this morning for a repetitive ride this morning. If I go more than a couple days without riding I tend to go a week or so without riding and then BOOM. I'm not riding regularly and outa shape. It takes weeks to build up the stamina and legs the least bit and only a few days of loafing to lose it all. At least that's the way it seems.
The weather seems to be cooling ever so slightly here in Tennessee. We're able to turn off the air conditioners at night and open the windows for some cool (relatively) outside air, sleep with the ceiling fan spinning overhead, and make it a half hour or so in the morning before cranking up the A/C units again. The temperatures are not as difficult to deal with as the humidity is. Often the humidity seems higher than the temperature.
I gained another road shoulder treasure today: A perfect dog leash, strung out on the side of the road. I was thinking maybe I should try to support our RV habit by picking up such finds along the roadway and selling them at flea markets. HAH.
My tracker seemed to work better than usual this morning, but my voice radio did not. It refused to transmit. I rode along listening to other hams chatting without interrupting them with my normally silly comments.
When i got back to the RV, Jacque suggested taking a short road trip down just south of the nearby GA/TN border on the highway to Dalton, to see the Joseph Standing Memorial.
Joseph Standing was a missionary who was murdered by a mob at this memorial's location in 1879.
The memorial is a small but very nice quarter-acre or so in a heavily wooded area near Tunnel Hill Georgia. We spent a couple hours there poking around and ate our picnic sandwiches at the concrete tables. A very nice day trip. When we got back later in the afternoon I was able to find the broken connection in my trike radio wiring and re-solder it so now I can shoot my mouth off over the radio again.
Thursday, August 9, 2018
Rained Out in Dollywood
Thursday GPS Tracking
Yesterday, Wednesday, we met up with the Sherwood fam and followed them to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, home town of Dolly Parton and now home to the huge-mongous complex of Dollywood.
Not only providing tons of screaming fun with various and sundry roller coaster rides, it has theaters, bluegrass performers, vendors of all sorts selling very high priced stuff, AND, most enjoyable to THIS old fart, a block of 1950's throwback including prime looking old cars parked in the streets, flashy Art-Deco stores and diners and theaters, and stores selling stuff to warm the heart of those of us who were youngsters in the 1950's.
A steam locomotive-powered train provided a very fun 40 minutes or so circling the complex with an announcer telling all sorts of info about the exhibits and surroundings. FUN was the gist of the activity, along with lots of walking and climbing long flights of stairs to achieve entry to the various rides. By the time 4 PM rolled around it began to rain, and rain HARD. The rides were all closed due to nearby lightning and we all got soaked trying to zip between roof overhangs and stores with their doors still open to soggy visitors. We finally got back to our parking lot about 5-ish, soaking wet, and enjoyed our heaters, or air conditioners set to slightly WARM as we drove the 80-something miles home. The kids were a blast and the 2 grandkids were even more funner.
This morning I awoke feeling a bit tired but decided to take a few-mile ride anyway. I was feeling punk enough to forget it and stay home, but found I was feeling better after the first mile or so, very happy to have gone ahead with the riding. The overhead skies were dark and soupy but not a drop of drizzle fell upon me. Which turned out to be funny as a sore toe, since it began to rain HARD the rest of the day, with little respite.
Ride Started: 9:42 AM Ride Ended: 11.06 AM
Beginning Battery Voltage: 12.7 Ending Voltage: 12.6 Lowest: 12.6
Beginning Blood Glucose: 162 Ending BG: 162
(No breakfast; insulin pump basal rate cut back to 80% for the ride)
Lowest Temp 71 F Highest Temp: 71 F
Stats from the GPS: Total Miles: 11.04
Overall average speed Moving Avg Max Speed
7.9 MPH 8.3 MPH 19.6 MPH
Total Trip time Moving Time Stopped Time
1 hour 24 mins 1 hour 20 mins 15 minutes
Yesterday, Wednesday, we met up with the Sherwood fam and followed them to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, home town of Dolly Parton and now home to the huge-mongous complex of Dollywood.
Not only providing tons of screaming fun with various and sundry roller coaster rides, it has theaters, bluegrass performers, vendors of all sorts selling very high priced stuff, AND, most enjoyable to THIS old fart, a block of 1950's throwback including prime looking old cars parked in the streets, flashy Art-Deco stores and diners and theaters, and stores selling stuff to warm the heart of those of us who were youngsters in the 1950's.
A steam locomotive-powered train provided a very fun 40 minutes or so circling the complex with an announcer telling all sorts of info about the exhibits and surroundings. FUN was the gist of the activity, along with lots of walking and climbing long flights of stairs to achieve entry to the various rides. By the time 4 PM rolled around it began to rain, and rain HARD. The rides were all closed due to nearby lightning and we all got soaked trying to zip between roof overhangs and stores with their doors still open to soggy visitors. We finally got back to our parking lot about 5-ish, soaking wet, and enjoyed our heaters, or air conditioners set to slightly WARM as we drove the 80-something miles home. The kids were a blast and the 2 grandkids were even more funner.
This morning I awoke feeling a bit tired but decided to take a few-mile ride anyway. I was feeling punk enough to forget it and stay home, but found I was feeling better after the first mile or so, very happy to have gone ahead with the riding. The overhead skies were dark and soupy but not a drop of drizzle fell upon me. Which turned out to be funny as a sore toe, since it began to rain HARD the rest of the day, with little respite.
Ride Started: 9:42 AM Ride Ended: 11.06 AM
Beginning Battery Voltage: 12.7 Ending Voltage: 12.6 Lowest: 12.6
Beginning Blood Glucose: 162 Ending BG: 162
(No breakfast; insulin pump basal rate cut back to 80% for the ride)
Lowest Temp 71 F Highest Temp: 71 F
Stats from the GPS: Total Miles: 11.04
Overall average speed Moving Avg Max Speed
7.9 MPH 8.3 MPH 19.6 MPH
Total Trip time Moving Time Stopped Time
1 hour 24 mins 1 hour 20 mins 15 minutes
Monday, August 6, 2018
Fellow Trikers UNITE
Today's Tracking
Today I desired to just get in about 5 miles with which to begin my week. It rains every day or so out here in the Tennessee Smokies and this morning was clear. The temperature was a very livable 70-something and the humidity, as usual, felt thicker than the temperature. But it's not too bad out riding, generating a bit of wind in the face so to speak.
I had not gone more than a couple miles when a gray minivan pulled over and stopped just ahead of me. The driver got out and walked back towards me and said aloud "Got a Question for you."
He turned out to be a Terratrike owner/operator, another vet (Iraqi Freedom or Desert Storm) much younger than I. Having seen few other trikers in this, his home area, he asked all the questions such as how do you like the Catrike, how far do you ride, what is all that electronic junk on your trike, etc.
Not only was he a fellow Army vet of another generation, he also was a fellow diabetic, using his trike for similar reasons to mine: Enjoyment, Exercise, and Elimination of Excess Blood Sugar.
We visited for a while, exchanged phone numbers, and went on our ways. He is still young enough to work for a living and me... the only work I do nowadays is for free. We agreed to try to set up a joint ride sometime soon so we can ride together and swap a few more lies.
I'm beginning to think I like Tennesseeans. Again I got several friendly honks today from semi trucks and passenger cars alike.
Ride Started: 7:15 AM Ride Ended: 9:24 AM
Beginning Battery Voltage: 12.7 Ending Voltage: 12.7 Lowest: 12.7
Beginning Blood Glucose: 119 Ending BG: 126
(No breakfast; insulin pump basal rate cut back to 80% for the ride)
Lowest Temp 72 F Highest Temp: 72 F
Stats from the GPS: Total Miles: 11.48
Overall average speed Moving Avg Max Speed
8.0 MPH 9.6 MPH 18.1 MPH
Total Trip time Moving Time Stopped Time
1 hour 26 mins 1 hour 11 mins 15 minutes
Today I desired to just get in about 5 miles with which to begin my week. It rains every day or so out here in the Tennessee Smokies and this morning was clear. The temperature was a very livable 70-something and the humidity, as usual, felt thicker than the temperature. But it's not too bad out riding, generating a bit of wind in the face so to speak.
I had not gone more than a couple miles when a gray minivan pulled over and stopped just ahead of me. The driver got out and walked back towards me and said aloud "Got a Question for you."
He turned out to be a Terratrike owner/operator, another vet (Iraqi Freedom or Desert Storm) much younger than I. Having seen few other trikers in this, his home area, he asked all the questions such as how do you like the Catrike, how far do you ride, what is all that electronic junk on your trike, etc.
Not only was he a fellow Army vet of another generation, he also was a fellow diabetic, using his trike for similar reasons to mine: Enjoyment, Exercise, and Elimination of Excess Blood Sugar.
We visited for a while, exchanged phone numbers, and went on our ways. He is still young enough to work for a living and me... the only work I do nowadays is for free. We agreed to try to set up a joint ride sometime soon so we can ride together and swap a few more lies.
I'm beginning to think I like Tennesseeans. Again I got several friendly honks today from semi trucks and passenger cars alike.
Ride Started: 7:15 AM Ride Ended: 9:24 AM
Beginning Battery Voltage: 12.7 Ending Voltage: 12.7 Lowest: 12.7
Beginning Blood Glucose: 119 Ending BG: 126
(No breakfast; insulin pump basal rate cut back to 80% for the ride)
Lowest Temp 72 F Highest Temp: 72 F
Stats from the GPS: Total Miles: 11.48
Overall average speed Moving Avg Max Speed
8.0 MPH 9.6 MPH 18.1 MPH
Total Trip time Moving Time Stopped Time
1 hour 26 mins 1 hour 11 mins 15 minutes
Friday, August 3, 2018
Finders Keepers
Today's Tracking, Partially Only
The Sun came out today.
Actually, at 7 AM it was not yet "out" but the scattered clouds were mainly providing shade, not moisture, as has been the case with unremitting rain the last few days. SOGGY
I was a bit slow getting going today due to hauling trash, dog walking, loading the Catrike on top of the Exploder, yada, yada. But I finally got up and rolling and rode down my favorite local road: Tennessee 27 toward Dayton TN.
The sun had not burned through the clouds yet. Had I started earlier I likely would have skipped the sun-block but to be safe, I squirted the goo over my exposed parts and took off.
I thought I'd ride a bit further today and received a treat as a result. As I got closer to Dayton, I heard a voice coming up behind me and realized another cyclist had overtaken me. As we rode together for the next couple of miles we learned we were both retired, relatively slender, and diabetic to boot. He was riding a Trek upright Diamond Frame and of course I was on my recumbent trike. He lived in Dayton so he kept on going when I turned around to go the other way back toward my parked Exploder.
I normally see all kinds of scrap and trash and assorted items along the road, but rarely am I tempted to pick something up to take home. Today was different. I spotted a couple of irresistible treasures:
I found these babies about a mile apart while throwing trash off the shoulder into the weeds.
The square aluminum tubing is not much to look at, but between the RV and the trikes and the radio antennas, I find all sorts of uses for all sorts of aluminum tubing and brackets. This will not take long to be absorbed into some project. The spring clamp is something I've often seen but never owned before, but a usable tool like this will not sit ignored in the toolbox forever.
I was vastly enjoying the clear weather for the ride when suddenly - seemingly out of a blue clear sky, as George Strait would state it, I felt a few drops which rapidly turned into a light drizzle. Above me just over my shoulder I spotted some puffy but dark clouds which were not directly over me but the air currents were obviously wafting the raindrops over towards me. I did not slow down nor stop. Light rain here in the sub tropics of Tennessee are similar to rain in Hawaii: It gets you damp or even wet but it is NOT cold; pretty much just "room temperature". In several more minutes I had ridden out of the damp zone back out into the sunshine.
Ride Started: 9:13 AM Ride Ended: 11:47 AM
Beginning Battery Voltage: 13.0 Ending Voltage: 12.9 Lowest: 12.9
Beginning Blood Glucose: 127 Ending BG: 136
(No breakfast; insulin pump basal rate cut back to 80% for the ride)
Lowest Temp 71 F Highest Temp: 78 F
Stats from the GPS: Total Miles: 18.29
Overall average speed Moving Avg Max Speed
7.1 MPH 8.7 MPH 25.5 MPH
Total Trip time Moving Time Stopped Time
2 hours 34 mins 2 hours 5 mins 28 minutes
The Sun came out today.
Actually, at 7 AM it was not yet "out" but the scattered clouds were mainly providing shade, not moisture, as has been the case with unremitting rain the last few days. SOGGY
I was a bit slow getting going today due to hauling trash, dog walking, loading the Catrike on top of the Exploder, yada, yada. But I finally got up and rolling and rode down my favorite local road: Tennessee 27 toward Dayton TN.
The sun had not burned through the clouds yet. Had I started earlier I likely would have skipped the sun-block but to be safe, I squirted the goo over my exposed parts and took off.
I thought I'd ride a bit further today and received a treat as a result. As I got closer to Dayton, I heard a voice coming up behind me and realized another cyclist had overtaken me. As we rode together for the next couple of miles we learned we were both retired, relatively slender, and diabetic to boot. He was riding a Trek upright Diamond Frame and of course I was on my recumbent trike. He lived in Dayton so he kept on going when I turned around to go the other way back toward my parked Exploder.
I normally see all kinds of scrap and trash and assorted items along the road, but rarely am I tempted to pick something up to take home. Today was different. I spotted a couple of irresistible treasures:
The square aluminum tubing is not much to look at, but between the RV and the trikes and the radio antennas, I find all sorts of uses for all sorts of aluminum tubing and brackets. This will not take long to be absorbed into some project. The spring clamp is something I've often seen but never owned before, but a usable tool like this will not sit ignored in the toolbox forever.
I was vastly enjoying the clear weather for the ride when suddenly - seemingly out of a blue clear sky, as George Strait would state it, I felt a few drops which rapidly turned into a light drizzle. Above me just over my shoulder I spotted some puffy but dark clouds which were not directly over me but the air currents were obviously wafting the raindrops over towards me. I did not slow down nor stop. Light rain here in the sub tropics of Tennessee are similar to rain in Hawaii: It gets you damp or even wet but it is NOT cold; pretty much just "room temperature". In several more minutes I had ridden out of the damp zone back out into the sunshine.
Ride Started: 9:13 AM Ride Ended: 11:47 AM
Beginning Battery Voltage: 13.0 Ending Voltage: 12.9 Lowest: 12.9
Beginning Blood Glucose: 127 Ending BG: 136
(No breakfast; insulin pump basal rate cut back to 80% for the ride)
Lowest Temp 71 F Highest Temp: 78 F
Stats from the GPS: Total Miles: 18.29
Overall average speed Moving Avg Max Speed
7.1 MPH 8.7 MPH 25.5 MPH
Total Trip time Moving Time Stopped Time
2 hours 34 mins 2 hours 5 mins 28 minutes
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