lost in 2020

when we went into lockdown (the first time) I thought: “I’ll just spend a lot of time working on upstairs and get it all finished.” Hahahha

Well, in spite of (or possibly because of?) the debacle of 2020, a few good things happened. Most notably, the majority of Americans were able to spot incompetence after four years of having it rubbed in our faces. And I got to vote for the first time in my life.

I ordered the mechanism for an adjustable height standing desk about.. three years ago.. and it’s been sitting in boxes in the garage since. I finally got enough prodding to stop delaying, and built the top for it. Of course, because it’s me, it was a little complicated.

I wanted it to fit into a corner in our office that’s next to the bay windows, so it has a 45 degree back. But the complicated part is the front: it curves. I used a piece of wood and some clamps to draw the curve, and cut a template out of a scrap piece of wood.

I found that putting a piece of masking tape on the top of the plywood makes the veneer on the top of the plywood splinter less.

The tricky part: I’m using oak veneer plywood, so I need to finish the edges with a piece of solid wood… and it needs to curve.

I’ve never steamed wood before, so after a bit of youtube research, I found a video with some guy making a steamer out of plastic piping. Looked quite simple: I had some old ABS pipe lying around, I figured I could make a simple wood top for the large kettle I use to brew beer, and channel the steam through another piece of flexible plastic hose from my shop vac. I put the piece of wood I wanted to steam inside the ABS pipe, and started up the steam. Just like the video.

Don’t believe what you see on youtube: The steam melted the pipes!

First the flexible plastic pipe became very flexible (similar to warm bubble gum). I quickly disconnected that – didn’t want to ruin it. I then connected to the ABS pipe with some pieces of metal pipe. Then the ABS pipe started melting!

I couldn’t get enough steam to properly bend the wood, so it split when I bent it. I don’t know how that youtuber made it work… I ended up with a bunch of Salvador Dali inspired pipes, but the wood didn’t bend.

Second try: This time all in metal. I bought a piece of metal heating duct to steam the wood in. Once the water started boiling in the kettle, steam was hissing out of all the cracks. I left the wood in there for almost an hour: My neighbors were very curious! It worked.

Here I’m gluing the curved wood edge onto the plywood. You can never have too many clamps…

The curved edge came out quite well.

My star trek command center.

It will never look this neat again, so I’d better post a photo:

… not that getting a fully adjustable desk is guaranteed to make my ergonomics any better, though…

Meanwhile…. We’ve never had anywhere decent to put our bike helmets. They were always balanced precariously on boxes and bags of building materials. So mole decided to make some shelves from a couple of old boxes that we found in the attic of the house.

Shell aviation fuel(?)

So neat!

I was wondering when this would happen: Hot water tanks must be one of the most wasteful inventions that are still part of houses. They are planned obsolescence incarnate. This large heavy contraption is in every house in the country, wastes energy all day long every day, and in the best cases may last fifteen years: you can even buy water heaters that are only expected to last five years!

The previous owners bought a good quality one that lasted about fifteen years, but it finally started leaking. 2020.

Luckily we can get anything delivered, including water heaters! I transferred the insulation blanket from the old one – I figure any extra insulation on a tank of hot water is a good thing.

Oh, and if 2020 didn’t have enough going on, it was also my fiftieth. Friends of mine threw big parties on theirs. For years I’d been thinking about the party I wanted to throw. I guess 51 is the new fifty?

Not all was lost, though: mole made me this incredible vegan chocolate torte. You all missed out.

I did get to see some people for my birthday, though. Friends put together a great bike ride up mount tam. It was incredibly foggy, cold and wet, but I was a very happy fifty-year-old. And I also went to visit my dad.

As a fiftieth birthday present to myself I decided to get a(nother) bike: This time, a gravel bike.

Actually buying a bike in 2020 turned out to be rather difficult. So I bought a frame, and all the parts, and put it together myself. And even that wasn’t without many hiccups. The first frame I received was the wrong color. Then it was missing many of the parts I needed to put it together, the most annoyingly difficult of which was one tiny bolt that holds the derailleur on the frame. Oh, and this is the first time I’ve done this. And none of the parts come with instructions.

After a few months of false starts, I finally got it together. Here’s a pic from my first ride: I really have nothing to complain about. Riding on a dirt trail looking out to the Pacific Ocean, with San Francisco in the background on a sunny day in winter, all I could think was “How truly lucky I am.”

pino (president in name only)

Yet again, a disaster hits while we have a moron in the white house. As with gwb, the pino was asleep at the wheel, and now we’re going to pay for it.

Had to get that off my chest.

In retrospect, all travel in the US should have been closed until they could get the tests working. But we were blithely traveling around, fully aware of what was going on in China. Before heading to Austin for a short trip, I went to visit dad in Santa Cruz. It was a beautiful day — we played Frisbee on the beach.

AIDS/Lifecycle was still in the plans at the beginning of February, so I went on a training ride. I did not plan to ride this year, so I’ve volunteered as a training ride leader. The ride has been cancelled this year, so now the SF AIDS foundation is scrambling to find funding.

In February I ran my first marathon: Supported by mole, my brother, his girlfriend (and my coach!) and her family I ran the Austin marathon. This was the culmination of a year of training. Here are are exploring Austin and enjoying one of the public sculptures.

Austin is a strange town: It has many very beautiful things, and great vegan food options, but it is also so heavily dominated by cars, that it manages to also be quite ugly. I loved this mural, but why is there a shopping cart abandoned on the sidewalk, far from any shops?

The river through the center of town is the major beauty of Austin. I love how they have put pedestrian walkways on both sides of the river. Clearly everyone there loves it too – it was constantly full of people walking and running. Not pictured: The river is full of garbage!

Marathon Day! Misha and Aja both ran the half marathon, but we all dressed fluorescent. Team Highlighter: If you don’t see us, you ain’t lookin’.

Misha had already finished his race when I eventually got to close to the finish line, so he ran the last half mile with me! This is one of my favorite photos ever:

Aja coached me long distance: I started out a cyclist who kept getting injured running, through two colds and a flu, to finish my first marathon 3:39:02 – twenty minutes faster than my goal!

I just had to include this photo: Mole posing in a mask at the Burning Man exhibit in Oakland.

I’ve lived in the US for 33 years, have barely spent more than a couple of weeks back in England, yet I’m still a British citizen. After watching “Fahrenheit 11/9” I decided that had to change. I applied for US citizenship in September, and at the beginning of March, right as Covid-19 started showing up in the US, I had my immigration interview. So I went, and passed the test.

To celebrate, I had raspberries, vanilla and blueberries. One day, when things calm down again, maybe they will reschedule my naturalization ceremony and I’ll be a US Citizen; then I can add one more vote to throw the pino out of office.

Red White and Berries
Citizenship test flash cards made by Aja!

 

OK, enough reminiscing to days before Covid-19 lockdown. Since the beginning of March, we’ve been pretty much confined to the house. So I decided to try to get more finished.

The day before the lockdown, I ran out and bought plaster. Here I’ve put the base coat on one wall.

Here I’ve got the base coat on the wall up the stairs. It’s really awkward plastering a wall next to the stairs, because setting a ladder up is difficult, there’s not space for me and the ladder, but also I need to reach high up.

Here’s the wall after the veneer plaster coat. It’s still a bit grey as the plaster dries.

Looking down from the top after the plaster is dry: This wall is starting to look nice!

I didn’t stay in the house every day: I went out for a run a couple of times in the last two weeks. Here I snapped a photo looking east on the bay from heron’s point park – about 3 miles from the house.

And no post is complete without:

Here’s Arwen after she decided to jump into one of the kitchen closets (still painted pink from when Po-po lived here).

Safely Home

I’m home safely after riding 560 miles (including the short trip from my house to the ride start on day zero, and a few repeats of the infamous “quadbuster” hill during the ride). Here’s a fun parody video that gives you a bit of a feeling for the more fun side of the ride.

Here’s the 2019 AIDS/Lifecycle video, hot off the ‘presses’:

Day 7: Ventura to LA!

When riding through Malibu I was thinking today is not such a beautiful day, but looking back it was. Again.

Different roadie teams run all the rest stops along the ride every day. Today rest stop 2 made a special effort for the last day. These are peanut butter or Nutella bagels with various toppings:

Lunch, after a long and very un-scenic ride through Malibu, was on the beach.

I’m safely in Los Angeles. The route through LA to the finish line went past the pride celebrations. People were cheering on both sides.

Thank you for your support and generosity. It was beautiful, tiring, emotional, fun, and now I’m utterly exhausted!

Day 6: Lompoc to Ventura

Today’s ride is absolutely gorgeous. We rode up and over the Gaviota pass then along the coast through Santa Barbara to Ventura.

It is an easy climb up to Gaviota pass then a spectacular fast descent to the coast.

Ron (right) took me under his wing on my first ALC, and Scott (left) did the same for Ron a few years before.

I had a good day today, and even stopped along the route at a great cafe in Goleta with friends.

Day 5: Santa Maria to Lompoc

Otherwise known as Red Dress Day, today we dress in red to make a red AIDS ribbon as we wind up the hillside.

I recycled my cat in the hat costume from past years.

It’s a relatively short day of riding, but I really was not feeling very well today. I didn’t sleep well last night so this morning I barely wanted to move. I love cycling but today I just wanted to go hide in a corner somewhere. Happily I found Ron and David to ride with, and we stopped for pizza before the end of the day. Good friends can make any day into a good day.

Day 4: Paso Robles to Santa Maria

It was a beautiful morning for the climb up the evil twins to the halfway point.

We rode through my college town San Luis Obispo. And a friend from high school and her family happened to be in town to look at Cal poly so they met me at the lunch stop. Arthur has ridden this ride once, and Marisa knew someone else on today’s ride who was riding his 20th time.

It was a really great day for everyone riding I think. There was some wind but the temperature was perfect, the views were beautiful and the downhill from the halfway point was absolutely fantastic.

I’m now sitting under a tree at camp waiting for some cycling clothes to dry in the breeze before dinner.

Day 3: King City to Paso Robles

Today’s challenge for us San Francisco fog dwellers was the heat. The day starts out cold and foggy but very soon the fog burns off and it’s in the mid to upper 90s for most of the ride.

The most talked about part of today is “quadbuster”. It’s not a particularly big hill by San Francisco Bay area standards. But at the beginning of the third day of riding, and after riding 110 miles yesterday, it feels like quite a challenge. It has become a tradition for some people to ride repeats on that hill usually in honor of somebody. I rode it three times, once for me, once for an HIV+ friend who rode it once many years ago but will never be able to ride it again, and once for a friend who was planning to ride this year but died after being hit by a car in December.

Today I wore the cycling kit Janeen designed for the positive pedalers. This photo is with Evan who rode almost the entire ride with Janeen the year I was roadie.

Riding gives me time to think. Today I was thinking about why it is that I’m constantly drawn back to this ride. There are lots of other bike rides and there are probably lots of other more challenging ones. So that’s not the reason. I think what this ride does is it puts everyone out of their comfort zone. For different people it does it in different ways: non-campers camping, non-fundraisers fundraising, non-cyclists cycling, non-cross dressers cross dressing… By doing that I think it helps to give me more compassion for other people who may be out of their comfort zone in society as a whole. It’s a brief glimpse into how we can all be outcasts in some way and we all need to be compassionate to one another.

Since the 90s Bradley school has been a strong supporter of AIDS/Lifecycle. The Bradley school is in a tiny farming town, and it throws a party to welcome us. They accept donations to support the arts at that school and every year cyclists donate for lunch there and generate tens of thousands of dollars for their programs.

We also rode through Camp Roberts and I couldn’t resist comparing my bike to the tank.

I managed to catch a quick photo with Deyon who has ridden over twenty times.

Day 2: Santa Cruz to King City

I think this is my favorite day. We travel from the relatively affluent coastal town of Santa Cruz, inland through Salinas and through farm country down to King city. The views are so wide and open and dramatically different from what I usually ride through.

Last night I managed to get some dinner (actually a third dinner!) with my Dad.

On our way out of Capitola we were greeted with free coffee on the side of the road! Stef was there again, this time much more recognizable.

As cyclists we are incredibly vulnerable on the side of the road. Riding through Santa Cruz I just felt like drivers thought I was in the way. Cars were constantly doing dangerous things around us.

As soon as we got inland to farm country the trucks and cars were almost unbelievably courteous to us. They would pull all the way across to the other side of the road giving us the full lane; This happened every time. On multiple occasions a semi truck loaded sky high with boxes just drove behind the cyclists until it was safe to pass. The contrast from a car recklessly almost driving into the woman in front of me to save a few seconds in Santa Cruz and the way everyone behaved as soon as we got out near Salinas was enormous.

On a lighter note: I bumped into some cycling friends at the rest stops.

I love the contrasts of the ride today: From coastal towns to wide-open farmlands to an old beautiful bridge.

For a while we even rode on the side of the freeway. Then it’s an incredibly bumpy back road for about half a mile to a dirt trail into camp.

Day 1: $16.7 Million

I’m safely in Santa Cruz after a windy ride down Highway 1.

At the opening ceremony they announced that this year’s ride has raised $16.7 million. Thank you for being a part of that. That money is the single largest source of funding for the SFAF and LALGBT in their work to support people with HIV/AIDS as well as advocacy and prevention of future infections.

Before the ride out my friend Mike was there at 4am volunteering handing out route sheets to all 2000+ riders

The ride out was an unusually sunny Daly city morning. The sun lasted until we got to the top of Devils Slide to head down into Pacifica. Almost instantly the sky opened up with rain and wind.

But Stef was there with a group dressed up as lumberjacks – well, Santa lumberjacks (?) to cheer us on.

The ride down the coast was hard because we had headwinds the whole way. Usually the wind blows from the north, but today we had special treatment.

The lunch stop was absolutely gorgeous.

Here are a couple of photos to show the level of coordination that a camp for 2300 riders +600 roadies takes