Everything is going smoothly

Everything is going smoothly. It's just not going according to plan. I intended to do a lot of biking in the Fort Collins area. That was before I caught the plague. The plague consists of running a very slight temperature, a mildly scratchy throat, a light cough, and a general feeling of blahness.

I am still going to do some biking. I will be leaving in a half hour or so to pit myself against Rist Canyon Road.

The big thing that I did not plan is a flight back to Michigan on the 13th of May. I will be back home for a week. No, it's not because of a funeral or even a court date. Really it is more an effort to avoid a court date. What I have known for two whole days before you is that I am driving around the country on an expired drivers license. It took a highly trained security guard at Intel to discover that.

Thankfully Michigan gives out of state residents a six month extension in order to give them time to get home. Unfortunately, six months expired three days ago.

One would think that the State would have sent me a letter letting me know it was time to renew back in October. Well, they did. Trouble is the envelope looks exactly like the "Renew your license plate on your car" letter. I distinctly remember wondering why they sent two of them within a week of each other. Like a good absent minded professor with a touch of ADD, I was quite proud of myself for going into the secretary of state, in person and on time, to renew my plate. Mission accomplished and expelled from my memory.

So the car is good to go, but I am not. Should I get pulled over, they can let my car go on without me. I want to avoid this as my car really has no ambition and would probably just sit around without me there to push it's buttons. So I am going to drive somewhat carefully to San Diego so my sister can watch my vehicle whilst I fly home to take care of this little issue.

I know it sounds a bit extreme, but it's better than the rash a stickler like me would get sweating every second I am out on the road. In all truth it will be good to spend a week at home. I need my spine adjusted (Hi dad), I could use another round of prolotherapy treatments for my wrist (Hi again dad), and I really should catch one of Tim's baseball games, baby sit Ava (My niece), and give a certain Brit a big pat on the back for surviving both high school and the family household.

I do have reservations to stay at Phantom ranch at the bottom of the Grand Canyon next week. I am thus, not exactly rushing off. I have been a bit illegal for six months, whats another week? I will be quite happy to not have that to worry about though. I figure with the (hopefully free) medical treaments and weeks worth of home cooked meals (I miss you mom) this unplanned bit of smoothness will pay for it's self.

Now to find a way to board an airplane without a valid photo ID...

Sam's Summary

• Sam already knows all this
• However, there is some delightful word play here that was not in the phone converstation
• He would have to read the whole thing anyway to appreciate it
• I actually have already taken care of the ID for the plane problem
• I am pretty good at taking care of problems when I know what they are
• As this is my most embaressing post I am sure all of you will find it the most entertaining
• Meanies!
  

Leaving again... Tomorrow...

My Time with my sister is coming to a conclusion. Not because I particularly want to leave (they have excellent amenities here) , but the road goes on and so must I. Apparently the road heads south about two and a half hours to my friend Kristin's house. I rather enjoy taking the country on in diminutive chunks. This is either because I want to experience the country in its entirety or because my car features a lack of cruise control and my foot tires. Take your pick.

Aside from being one of my best friends, the next stop should be good because she lives at the tail end of the blue ridge and weather permitting I would like to ride the blue ridge parkway. Perhaps on Tuesday. Aside from those two reasons she also seems to have acquired a phd mathematician boyfriend. I hope he likes a good brain picking session. I only have about 113 good solid questions who's answers I plan to demand from the next available mathematician.

After that stop I really have no idea of where I am going. The general notion is west, but the route eludes me for the moment.

Sam's Summary

• Kurt and I hit up the driving range
• I have a nice slice going on
• I am using my weak wrist as a handy excuse
• I am leaving Ruth's tomorrow
• I hope to ride the blue ridge mountains (perhaps tuesday)
• After that I am not sure where I will lay my weary head next

Good day,