Saturday, May 7, 2022

Rough Nomad Start

Regret is useless.  So, I push it away when it rears its ugly head.  I keep envisioning a waterfall.  I can't hold out my hand and stop it.  I certainly can't reverse it.  Instead, I push through, I learn, I go forward.


I was nervous going to the DMV.  Though there are thousands of people living as Nomads in this country, and all of those that drive themselves around the country need a Driver's License.  That is what I was telling myself.  Some of them live in tents, right?  So living in a trailer that is registered as a utility trailer shouldn't be a problem.

I called Connie, who has been living in her van until recently.  She is the one who directed me to Green Cover Springs for mail service and to establish my address in Florida.  She reassured me that the folks at the DMV were very knowledgeable.  Thousands of nomads make Green Cove Springs their address.  They know how to do this.  She didn't need an appointment when she did it, pre-covid.  I was comforted by Connie's words, and still nervous.

I had to drive 96 miles back to Green Cove Springs on my second visit because I showed up the first time while camped nearby without an appointment.  

I didn't bring my mask in with me.  

The woman who waited on me was sniffing the whole time and rubbing her nose.  There was a short plastic partition between us, I kept stepping back away from the window.

She asked for the registration on my trailer.  I handed it to her.  She looked at it and stopped.  "Ummm, this isn't an RV," she said.  

"I know, they registered it as a utility trailer because it is so light.  But it has insulation and windows and electric in it," I told her.

She shook her head, "This won't do."

"What do you mean?  I am doing it.  What do people do that live in their tents?  They still need an ID or driver's license."

She went to speak with another clerk that was clearly more knowledgeable than Sniffing Clerk.

The more experienced clerk said that they had to change the registration of Lilac to be an RV.  OK!

"I need to see the vin number," says Miss Sniffy.

"It's there on the registration," I say.

"No, I physically have to go out and see the vin number.  Do you have the trailer here?"  Miss Sniffy asks.

"No, It is 96 miles away!  I had it here the last time I came."  I was really worried now.  Were they going to make me pull camp and bring Lilac over?

The more experienced clerk told Miss Sniffy she didn't need to see and verify the VIN because it was already registered.

I relaxed a bit and stepped away from the window a few feet.

It took about 45 minutes of me pacing back and forth in front of her window.  I finally got my new driver's license.  My DL address is now the license plate on Lilac, Green Cove Springs, FL 32043.  My smile looks a bit tight, don't you think?

I hate shopping!

On my return from the DMV, my van broke down when I pulled into the campground entrance.  So I am at the Suwannee Bicycle Association's annual Pedal and Paddle Event.  My next door neighbors, Mari and Jerry were there and so was fellow Withlacoochee Bicyclists, Judy and Ken.  I met a lot of people with experience pulling trailers.

I reached out by email, text and phone to friends.  I talked with Regis Hampton who has been pulling a trailer with a high-top van for years.  That's what I wanted, he said it was a 250NV Nissan. 

I reached out to Bill Delouche who had a truck and pulls an airstream.  I reached out to Jim Richardson who loves to shop for cars and was willing to help me comparison shop.  It was good to have a team to talk to, but I was still pretty stressed.

I wasn't sleeping well.

I still got to kayak a day with the group.

I lost them and panicked when I went a long time on the river by myself.   The river got swifter.  No one in front, no one behind. I had not paid attention to the instructions for the takeout location.  What if I pass it?  

What happened to all that good Karma I had been enjoying for years?

I ended up pulling off at a spot where there were benches and a firepit.  Something identifiable, I hoped.  I called the guy I rented my kayak from and he contacted the coordinator of the outing.  

That coordinator called me and said they had stopped for lunch in a spring.  How did I miss that?  Anyway he reassured me I hadn't passed the out-take.  Yay!  I waited for them to come down the river.

The next morning they had yoga.  I took Serenity Sam with me.  And it was good.

I really enjoyed the great meals and comradery that the event provided. I had a story to tell and lots of people who could provide advice or sympathy.

 One day I did a wildflower ride by myself.  The wildflowers are the highlight of this event... and the good active people.  Later I went on a very short ride with three other women.

The flowers line the ditches.  Happy yellows, next to groups of pinks.  The bike group asks the farmers and community not to mow the ditches for this event.  

People started to leave after the weekend event.

I wanted to hug Mari and Jerry when they left.  Why did I sell my house next to them?  They are such good neighbors and friends.  There I was, questioning my decision... Regret!  

I gave them a key to hand over to Debra.  I emailed Debra with a request to get the death certificate and the title from my lock box in storage.

And in between the fun, I shopped.

I watched videos on how to figure out the tow capacity of a vehicle and I STILL DON"T KNOW WHAT THE F... they are talking about!   How can I estimate the tow capacity?  I know my empty trailer weighs about 1200 lbs.  But how much my loaded trailer weighs or how much the tongue weighs?  No Clue.  

I was a chicken. I didn't want to show my ignorance on how to weigh these things at a CAT scale.  While watching the videos I learned I could have just gone to the dump!  They weigh vehicles coming and going and are usually happy to weigh your vehicles for you.  Remind me to do that this summer.  But how do you weigh the tongue?

The thing is, it might change, so I need to plan for the change.   I felt whiney.  The little "I don't wanna" girl was raging. 

They have GVWR and GAWR and GCWR and Curb weight and tongue weight.  Two bikes, repair kits, air compressor, battery charger, extra shoes, bags, gas stove, and on and on.  Maybe 300-800 lbs were in my van?  Plus me.  


The prices!  Wow.  They are selling towing vans with 75,000 miles on them for over $40,000!

I wanted a covered van that could tow.  I finally learned which vans have the ability to tow over 6,000 lbs.  So I searched... and searched on line.  Carmax, Truecar, Carvana.  I searched for vehicles close and vehicles far.  In the beginning I rejected possibilities because they didn't have leather seats.  Mari agreed with me I should get a nice one I would be happy with.   Different sites wouldn't give me the info or let me search for vehicles with a tow package (Carmax are you listening?).   As I ran into dead ends I lowered my standards, but then I couldn't remember where I saw a vehicle that would work but it had cloth seats.

Mari told me, when I go to get a car, I am the boss.  "You tell them what you want and what you will pay.  They will come back with a higher price.  Be prepared to walk."

I'd be walking a long way.  I am in a small town and the car dealers are at least 14 miles away.

"Make them bring the car to you to try," she said.  

"Oh Mari, won't you please do this with me," I thought.  

I would call, I would leave messages, I would email the dealers when I saw a vehicle that might work.  Does it have a tow package?  I found one all the way in Cumming, GA.  I called, I hoped.  It turned out not to have the tow package and to be fitted for camping inside.  Nope.  I like my trailer.

I hate shopping.  Did I tell you that?

Finally, I was soooo stressed out I got up one morning (I had rented a car for a couple days and I had to return it) and I decided to go drive a Ford F150.  My advisors were telling me it would be a good tow vehicle for me.  

I went, I drove, I bought, just do it.  

But I forgot to look at the sticker for the GVWR! I checked after I signed the deal.  6500 lbs Gross Vehicle Weight Rating.  

It is a horrible deal, I didn't channel Mari at all!  I didn't even go in with a set price because all the prices were more than I wanted to spend!  I just wanted the whole ordeal to be over.

Regret!  I emailed Margaret Juhl who also hates to spend money.  She virtually hugged me.

So here it is, my new tow vehicle, Big Blue.

I saw in the picture the saleswoman sent me that I am slumping.  All the stress and no weight-lifting has taken a toll.  I am so glad to be done with it!  I have wheels again!

Right away I drove to Jim's Auto repair to get the items out of my van.  I had traded it in on this sale.  Man!  Did the Ford dealer make out on me and my van! 

The back seat of my truck is now stuffed with stuff.  Much of it is boxes I am taking to the kids.

But in order to tow I need a hitch.  I forgot to get the one off the van.  It wouldn't work anyway because the truck is taller.  I learned on the internet how to measure and the words for all the tow thingies.  Measure from the top of the receiver to the ground.  Then measure on Lilac the bottom of the cup to the ground.  Both vehicles should be level.  The difference is the amount of drop (or rise) you need in your... hitch I think it is called.

I needed 10".  I had to go several places and then not wanting to special order, I got an 8".  I thought I will put more weight in the bed of Big Blue if I have to.

Debra sent me a picture of a topper that might accommodate for the height of my bicycle handlebars.

In the meantime, Bill D. suggested I put the bike in Lilac.  I don't want the bike in my bedroom, but for my first tow, that's what I did.  She scratched up the wall a bit even with rags and rugs in places.

My first tow day.  I was so excited to get out and put all this stress behind me.  Let's go!

At 3:30 am I started packing the trailer for travel.  Then the process of hooking up...  My key didn't work on the lock!  What????  I thought I remembered throwing a key away.  Oh no!

But then I saw there are now two keys that look exactly alike on my key chain.  One for the lock for the pin that locks the hitch to the truck.  Another that locks the cup on Lilac.

Whew!  That problem averted!
Then, because I have a longer hitch with the longer reach... the chain wouldn't reach the truck!

I looked on Youtube and found out someone used turnbuckles to extend their chain and get around the bigger slots used on the F150.  Fortunately Lowes opened at 6:00 a.m. in Lake City, about 15 miles away.

First thing in the morning is a good time to shop at Lowes.  Staff aren't as busy and can answer questions and wait on you.  I got chain cut.  But... when I got it back to camp I discovered the turn buckle didn't fit inside the link!.  

Thank goodness the chain fit through the slot and I had enough to loop through and still reach the existing chain.

I discovered that I will need to put a rug over Lilac's post before I open the truck bed.

Then when I hooked up, the weight of the tongue dropped the truck the two inches or more.

So measuring before you are hitched was that good advice?

Finally I get on the road.  Yay!  I am heading to a Corp of Engineers campground just NE of Atlanta.  I decide to not avoid the Interstate.

I am going along, listening to book.  I actually got the phone blue tooth to sync easy enough.  Then ping!

I look in my review mirror.  The trailer is there, there is no weird movement or sound.  Just this annoying message taking up my instrument panel.

I pull off and check the connections.  It all looks good.  I look up on Youtube again.  Yes, someone is a northern state with lots of salt on the roads had the problem.  They cleaned the contacts and it worked to remove the warning.

So I took a toothbrush and brushed the contacts on the truck and the trailer plug.  No success.

I started to call the number off my warrantee card, when I saw in front of me a sign for a FORD dealer!  Cool!
Nope, they can't work on it for three weeks.  They are backed up.


I checked that the lights were working.  Next I will need to go to a big parking lot and check the brakes on the trailer.  If I turn them up high and step on the brake then it will be ok to drive with the dang warning light on my dash until I can get it fixed.  What good is a warrantee when you can't get it in for service???!!!

I stopped at wayside to walk a bit.  There was a semi carrying huge boxes covered in netting.  It was carrying bees!

He was headed to German Town, Wisconsin.  Hey, I am headed there too, I told him.

As I walked away, I thought, "This is why I travel.  These little delights."

I am at Bald Ridge Creek near Cumming, Georgia.  Lots of mocking birds and brown thrashers.  And robins are singing too.  

And children!  Lots of children.

It is around 57 degrees!  I sit here typing with two light jackets on and a pile of wood in the fire pit waiting for me to finish this so it can burn and warm me up.  I like it better than the 90 degrees at Stephen Foster Campground in northern Florida.

So I hope my next day of travel has got more adventures that delight and don't stress.  We all need less stress.

Thanks to friends who called and texted and emailed and offered support and advice and education during this time of transition.  Hopefully I am on my way out the other side.

I am excited about my next stop.  I meet up with a couple of Sisters on the Fly to ride the Virginia Creeper!  It is a popular rail trail in the mountains.  Whoohoo! 

Saturday, April 30, 2022

What You Need - Always One Thing More

My van died.

After arriving in White Springs, FL, I had to drive back 1.5 hours to Green Cove Springs for my DMV appointment.  That is a story in itself, which I don't have time for at the moment, so we will skip that saga.

Just as I pulled into my campground where I am attending the Suwanee Bicycle Association's Annual Pedal and Paddle event, my van died.  I was pulling to a stop by the ranger station.  And it sputtered and quit.   

I suspected the transmission because I could start the van just fine, but when I put it in drive it would jerk, sputter, and then silence.

I called my friend Mari Towle who until a few days ago was my next door neighbor.  She is here at the festival and she was very supportive and came and helped me take the important stuff out of my van and transfer it to hers for transport to my camping spot.

It ended up to be the transmission.  I would have fixed it to get a few more years out of the van, but due to a shortage of parts and labor, the time line for getting it installed was mid-June.  That just won't do.

Some people here have said, just go home and shop for a new vehicle.  Ummmm, this is my home. Today I will talk to the ranger about being on this site for a week if I can.


When deciding what to bring with me and what to leave in storage I said, "No, not that." to a lot of things.  Decision after decision of what to carry with me, always keeping in mind the weight and space I would be living in.

When going through my important papers I decided to bring the title to the Weeroll, but not the title to my Van.  I know, right?  Doesn't make any sense at all, now that I look back.

I decided to bring my sales-tax papers for filing book sales taxes, but I voted against carrying the death certificate for my late husband George.  Why on earth would I need that?

It matters now because I will be selling my van for scrap or trading it in for a new vehicle.  George's name is still on the title.  


It could not have happened in a better place on my trip.  Here, I have friends and people who tow campers around me who can advise me on vehicles.  I got an offer from a bicyclists I just met to use her local home (she still resides in Tampa) while I shop and deal with the paperwork, legal, insurance, etc.

Within a phone call are a few folks in Inverness that can help me do the research to find the right truck.


As I was unloading stuff from the van before it got towed away, I was saying a silent goodbye.  I don't think of myself as material, but I really am with some things.  I loved my van.  I just got it all fixed up.  New tires, new shocks, new transmission cooler.  It looked great, I had the storage of my stuff accessible from the sliding side doors and the back hatch.  The height was just right so that I could load the trike and the bike by myself.  That is essential.

I knew how to operate it... I never learned the bluetooth to my phone or some of the stuff.   But I could put up and take down the stow and go seats in minutes.


You know how I feel about my ability to make good shopping decisions.  Not!  A little fear is good.  "Feel the fear and do it anyway," is my motto.  And I know that after going through a tough time I will come out the other side stronger and happy.  

No pictures today.  Cell service is ... weak.

Remind me to tell you about the DMV.

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

Elated to Deprecated

 I found myself smiling a lot the morning I prepared Lilac for travel again.  

The months I spent this winter in Inverness, Florida, while my trailer stayed in one spot, have been full of a whole lot of fun with friends.  It has  been a flurry of activity at times, but always worth it because I was able to connect with wonderful people.

My last week in the area was no different.  

I went birding with Regis and Cindy in Weeki Wachee.  Cindy was writing down the birds she saw.  "That is the sign of a real birder," I thought.  The birds were nothing new to her, but I was thrilled because it was a beautiful day, the tree we were watching was lovely, a Silken Oak in bloom.  We were watching this particular tree.  We had heard it is a place for migrating birds to refuel on their journey north.  We watched a flock of cedar wax wings visit a few times.  Lots of little yellow birds, some I can identify but most still look alike to me.  Cindy can ID the birds by their song. When she pointed out the voice of the cedar wax wings I realized I had been tuning that noise out because it was similar to the ringing that is always in my ears. 

Then later that same day I got to go to Crumps Landing (a fun tiki-hut kind of place on Halls River in Homossassa).  I went with Debra and Glen Alford, Beth and Jim Richardson, and Debra's daughter, Lori.  Lori has started working part-time as a travel agent, specializing in unique, local experiences. We talked about our bucket lists.  

Debra and Glen are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary this year and are planning a trip to Mexico with Lori.  It sounds lovely. 

I hiked with Angie.  She is going to meet me for a hike to a lodge north of Atlanta in early May.  As we rested on this hike she told me a bit about hiking the El Camino in Spain and France I think.  Wow!  She advised me to get hiking poles.  I ordered some at they were waiting for me at my new mailing address in Green Cove Springs, FL.

She showed me this interesting tube-like spider web.  I thought it was the root of the tree.

I went to listen to music by the Mudds with Marilyn and Dave Hable and Linda Moore at Ednas on the Green.  It is in the newer part of the Villages, with an open air bar, lots of outdoor tables among old live oak trees draped with swaying Spanish moss.  

I told Cindy a few weeks ago that we had not done the Silver River yet this season, and it was my favorite river to kayak.  So we set a date and we went!  Diane Jacobson drove. Remember I visited her in the UP of Michigan last summer?  She is the one that took the picture off me sitting on a rock looking out over Lake Superior.  A great picture, representing all the choices and adventures we have in front of us in life.) 

We launched from Silver Springs State Park.  It was a gorgeous day and we saw manatee and several gator, baby ducks and baby anhinga and cormorant still in their nests.  Their feathers still fluffy white.

We also went past an area where the woods were flooded and from within we heard the deep rumbling mating call of a very very big alligator.  This was my first time hearing this in person after living in Florida over 12 years.

That afternoon we got back just in time for me to shower and get to a Good-bye Happy Hour at Marilyn's.  I told her, "No presents!"  After spending so much effort trimming down my belongings, the last thing I wanted was more belongings!   Hurray for having one last "Hurrah" with the Windermere gang before heading north.  Thank you, Marilyn and all!

I went for a walk around the neighborhood afterwards to let the wine wear off a bit  before driving.  I got to chat with more neighbors as I walked.  I met up with Al and Bill.  Bill has been talking with me about his plans to shop for the "next place" to live.  He is investigating Continuing Care Communities in North Carolina.  He said he is going to visit them.  If he likes one and decides to buy in, he said I could rent his place while he tries it out.  If it doesn't work out he will still have his place, and I can move back into Lilac and he will have his house.  If he likes the CCC, then he will let me have first chance at buying his villa.  Pretty cool.

I enjoy my walks and talks with Bill.  He and Al are engineers in a sense. (Al was an architect, I think.)  That is the way their brains work.  Since I was married to an engineer for 41 years and worked with engineers for a few years, I enjoy the banter and the topics, the attention to detail.

A while back Bill sent me an email that contained his own "mock blog" about his decision to buy into Windermere.  His writing was fashioned after my blog post of my decision to sell.  What a delight!  I got a few giggles out of that.

My last night in Inverness I went to Debra's of course.  She, Glen and Cricket were all feeling a bit lost as Lori and her dog had left that morning.  Cricket and Lori's dog had really gotten along well and played and played.

Debra gave me gifts.  I was going to protest. "Not more stuff!"  But then I saw what it was, and it was perfect.  

Debra has sold her Weeroll.  Sad because we had all kinds of plans to camp together.  She had decorated hers so cute and efficient.  But with her new dog and just life in general, she didn't get to camp in it much.  It was a good choice to let someone else enjoy the trailer.  

Right away I decided I would put stickers on the states as I visited them starting this year, with Florida.  And I started keeping track of my camping spots, rating them and keeping notes.  Thank you, Debra!

I took my time the morning of my launch.  I did laundry, I went to the gym.  I tried to be systematic in my packing up Lilac so I wouldn't miss anything.  It had been months since we had done this.

As I worked an Oasis neighbor would stop by to wish me safe journeys.  Linda that holds social time in her front yard most afternoons stopped by to give me a jar of strawberry jam she had made.  "Thanks but no thanks," I told her.  "I save my sugar for ice cream and cookies."   

Was I being rude?  I hope not, I didn't want one more thing to haul.  Already I have extras, stuff that I am giving to family members.

Linda and Ike are fellow trail riders that reside in Oasis.  They stopped by and I grabbed hugs.  

Joanne who was full-time living in her RV until health issues made her park in one spot for a while stopped by.  In our conversations she has told me about her times riding motorcycle with friends.  And the time she worked with other nomads for the  big sugar beet harvest in Minnesota.

All the while, saying goodbyes and packing, I was smiling.  I have had a great time in Inverness. And now it was time to get moving again.

I only had a little over two hours to travel to the first campground stop.  I took the backroads past horse ranches and fields of blooming phlox. 

I checked in and got my first passport stamps!  I was giddy.


After setup and using a dryer sheet and micro rag for washing all the love bugs off the car and trailer,  I had time to go for a five mile hike.   I filled my backpack to train for my hike in Georgia coming up.

 There is a ravine here that was cut by a spring fed stream.  There are several shallow lake/ponds.

My New Address

On Monday I drove to an Anytime fitness and then to the St. Brendan's Ilse, the mail service place in Green Cove Springs.

I was giddy.  And took pictures of the place which was huge, they handle mail for a LOT of people!

I had several packages waiting and mail confirming my address change.  But the Post Office didn't have the box number.  I couldn't remember if I had notified them of the goof, so I stopped at the Post Office to correct that.  The clerk had me leave a note for the person that could deal with it.  She called me later to confirm it was already corrected.  Thank you!

I then went to the DMV.  Excited to get my new address on my driver's license and register to vote here.  As a Nomad I will be allowed to vote in the state and federal elections, but not the local ones, which makes sense. 

But the lady behind the counter said I needed an appointment to get my address changed!  She directed me to the website to get an appointment.  The earliest one was the next day.  I clicked on it, the date changed to the day I leave the area!  No!  

I went and talked to the clerk again.  Try again, she says, watch the dates.

So I went on the site again.  Now the date for the earliest appointment is AFTER I leave the area.  Arg!  I made the appointment.  So now I will have to move camp to my new location and then drive all the way back here for my appointment the next day.  Fortunately that is about 90 miles each way, not 300 miles.  But it means I will miss out on the bike ride by the fields of wildflowers that is the highlight of the Suwannee Bicycle Association's Spring Pedal and Paddle event.  

This put me in a sour mood.  I had read about the reservations but understood it to be for those changing their residence from out of state.  I beat myself up, why didn't I make an appointment anyway, knowing I was here for only a short while.  Why do I do these stupid things that throw a wrench in my plans?

I drove to the address that St. Brendan's Isle told me to use for my voting address.  It had a big sign saying "Keep Out!".  And a police car seemed to follow me as I passed the first "No Trespassing" sign.  So much for the photo opportunity in front of my new address!  I turned around.

I found a pretty park, sat in the shade, and opened my mail.  

"It will all work out," I told myself.  "Relax".

The park was on the banks of the St. John's River.  There were huge boats at the marina that is my new address. I could it see across the bay.  

Back at camp I opened the package with the walking sticks and felt grumpy again.  Why did I buy these?  Angie and Marilyn said I needed them.  But to me, it seems like something else to hang onto while walking.  It is something else I have to find room for in my camper or van.  

I adjusted the walking poles, filled my pack, and practiced walking with one.  It seems like more work than without them.  But Angie says the five miles we are hiking in Georgia is up a mountain and they will be good to have.  I will continue to practice.

In the evening, a man stopped by to chat about my trailer.  Mike is a tent camper with a small utility trailer that is wired for electric.  He is from Leesburg, which is not far from Inverness.  He camps most the time and goes back home for his volunteer duties.  It was good to have company and chat with someone else thrilled about living outdoors most the time.

This morning I had planned to ride the Palatka to St. Augustine Trail.  

I got up before the alarm and decided to take my coffee down the trail to a big pond where I could watch the sun rise.  There were four instances of deer sightings on my walk and lots of animal foot prints in the sand.

As I was walking back to the trailer and the temperature was rising with the sun, I remembered people telling me the Palatka Trail is quite sunny.  I decided to save that ride for another day.  

Instead I decided to write to you.  I debated about driving to a coffee shop with better cell coverage or even wifi.  But I opted to stay in this lovely local.

Each picture took a long time to upload on the 2-line cell phone coverage here.  So already it is past four p.m.  This took all day!  And it is hot out.  I have the fan going, as I prefer to sweat than to close all the doors and windows to turn on the air.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, last night after a walk and a short bike ride, I took a shower and found a little tick adhered to my left ribs.  Even though every inch of me was sprayed with Off.  I used the Off liberally after seeing a tick by the water spigot when I was hooking up on Sunday.

I used a fancy schmancy tick remover thing I have been carrying around for a couple years on my key chain.  I tried and tried and tried.  No luck.  

I looked on line for instructions on removing a tick.  Tweezers and a steady slow pull.  Don't worry if the head gets left, your body will take care of it, the CDC and some med sites told me.  So I hunted down some tweezers I had in my trike first-aide kit.  Then I proceeded to pull and pull.  The thing is my left boob was in my line of vision, so I had to use one hand to mash it so I could see.  Then I had to figure out if I could see the little tick better with or without my glasses.  It's a good thing I do yoga.  It was quite the contortion.

Anyway, the tick is out and the area is disinfected.  No bull's eye has appeared.  

This makes me wonder what I would have done if the tick was in an even harder to reach location, like between my shoulder blades!  I would have had to hunt down a friendly face in the campground... "Could you help me?"

Sunday, April 17, 2022

The Journey to Life on Wheels


Wow!  Life is a trip.

I am feeling younger and stronger. 

How? You may ask.  

I took my trike to the shop in Inverness. 

 I was slowing down and I thought it was me.  My bike buddies were trying to talk me into getting an electric motor for my trike.  I resisted.  

I wanted an annual check up and lube job on my trike before I left on my travels north.

I left the trike there for them to work on.  Shortly after, the mechanic called me.  It turns out that my trike chain was a mess.

There is a little guide wheel under the seat of my trike.  There is a little bar that keeps the chain from jumping off the wheel when I shift or hit a bump.  

Some how the chain had gotten on the wrong side of that guide bar.  The mechanic said that the chain had sawed half way through that bar, the sawing had ruined the chain and my back cog and more.

It took a few days for them to get all the parts and fix it.  Boy, did it ride nice when I got it back!

Now when I ride with the group, I can keep up.  It isn't a big struggle to ride.  

In fact, on Easter Sunday I rode to Brooksville, via the Withlacoochee Trail and the Good Neighbor Trail, by myself.  It must be 54 miles round trip.  And it felt like nothing, no pain, no panting, no struggle.  In fact when I got a text from Cindy saying she just saw me bike by her house I turned around to go back and chat with her adding a mile onto my trip.  There was no way I would have done that when I was struggling to ride.

I am celebrating the life renewing effects of a smooth running bicycle.

Moving On

When I wrote you last I announced I had a buyer for my home and I would be moving out.

You may or may not be curious about all that.  But before I get to that, I feel bad about not telling you about two significant things that occurred earlier this season.  

Two VERY important things.

Two Important Items

January Family Time!

My nephew Tom and his wife Sarah contacted me to let me know they were going to be in Tampa for a few days.  They invited me to meet up.  This is really significant.  It isn't like we were super close when they were growing up.  But now that they are grown, every time I see them we have a fun time.  I was sooo honored to be invited and included in their visit to Florida.  I know how it is when you are working and you only get a week or maybe two to enjoy being away.  So I felt really lucky to be a part of their time off from work. 

It turned out I would spend two days with them.  One when they traveled up to Crystal River near me to see the Manatee and me, yes visiting me!.  Then I drove to Tampa one day when my other nephew, Jack and his husband Mike were going to be there too.  Jack and Mike only live less than two hours from me, but we usually see each other elsewhere.  Because life is happening when we are home.  You know, work and play and busy-ness.  It is always a delight to be with the four of them.

Thank you for welcoming me, Tom and Sarah, Jack and Michael.

Only, the week they were here at the end of January, 2022, was blasted windy and COLD.  In fact it was the time when it got down to 29 degrees and stayed there for a few hours at night.  What a bummer for them.  They had wanted to spend the day at the beach and outdoors, but we ended up taking a trolly around until the sun was almost down, then got off the trolly at the beach and watched the sunset while jumping around trying to keep warm.

We ended up having dinner at 9 pm.  My energizer bunny was low on power, so instead of driving back over an hour to my Weeroll, I called around and found a motel room.  It worked out well for me because I spent that very cold night in a comfortable, warm motel room in Tampa.  

Introducing Serenity Sam

The second fun thing I wanted to tell you about was my introduction to my travel companion.  Yes, I met a guy and he is going to be traveling with me.

While I was approaching the mailboxes in Windermere on my trike I stopped to chat with Peggy and Ron who live nearby.  Peggy handed me a golden monkey.  He is about six to eight inches tall, painted gold, and sitting in the lotus position.  Peggy said she had been given several and didn't have places for them all.

I immediately thought that I would give it to my friends Keith and Jean.  They have a golden frog sitting in a lotus position on their patio.  But when I took it there, I couldn't let it go.  What if I took Serenity Sam with me?  He could silently sit in the seat next to me like George did during the last years of his life.    

What if when something goes wrong I can take a picture of Serenity Sam reminding me to keep calm?  He could be like the Flat Sam that school children send around the world teaching them geography and history. 

I think he might be the ideal man for me.  He will be a great travel companion.

A Nomad Needs A Legal Address

I closed on my house on Thursday, April 14, 2022.  There are lots of stories to tell about the journey from signed contract to closing. And I will get to some of them here later. But first let's talk about my new address.

A big part of any move is changing your address.  But if you are going to be house-less, you have to make arrangements to have a place as the address for your driver's license and for voting.

You can't be homeless and have a driver's license and vote.  You have to have a legal address.  I could use an address of a friend in Florida, but then if they aren't there and something is accidentally delivered there...  

I am now getting my mail at my new address in Green Cove Springs.  St. Brendan's Isle is a mail service.  They cater to people who live on their boats.  

For the mail, I had to notify insurances and utilities of my new address, and give the Post Office my forwarding address.  St. Brendan's Isle (SBI) provides a "Domicile Declaration" form and guides their clients through how to fill it out.  This is provided to them and they get a copy to the Post Office (I guess).

I get an email each day from St. Brendan's Isle telling me how many pieces of mail I received that day.  I go up on-line and I can see a picture of the envelope and I can direct the mail service to:  Hold, Toss, Forward or Scan

It is taking a little getting used to, but I am liking it.  Of course one of the first pieces of mail was the US Post Office confirming my address change.  They have my new address a bit wrong.   I have added to my to-do list is to get that corrected.  

I haven't visited the DMV yet.  Green Cove Springs is a small town SW of Jacksonville, FL.  When I leave Inverness, (April 24, 2022, that is just a week away!) my first stop is a campground not far from Green Cove Springs.  I will visit their DMV and register to vote.  Maybe I will take Serenity Sam to the marina there which is the address that will be on my driver's license.

I will be allowed to vote in the State and Federal elections, but the county and city elections I won't be allowed to vote because I don't live there.

The mail house has all the information I needed to guide me through this transition and the few times I have called them with questions, they have been very polite and helpful.  

Some people have asked me why I have my address so far from where I will be spending my time. (In and around Inverness in the winters).  I said because another full-time RV woman told me about this service and the website made the step by step process clear and simple.  Besides, there is no mail service like that here in Citrus County that I know about.

One Person and Two Tons of Stuff

I had cleared and purged stuff before I rented my home to Frankie and Dennis this winter.  So when they left on April 2nd and I went in to start packing and moving boxes to storage, I was so surprised at how much stuff I still have!

Such spoiled Americans, we have no idea how much stuff we accumulate, and still we want more.  

I am often reminded of reading someone's will from the early 1900's or the late 1800's.  

1 Spoon

2 pots

1 mule

Or, something like that.

The Table

We bought our table and chairs in the 70's a couple years after we got married.  In 2008 we had it painted for our new life in sunny Florida.  We had family dinners, played games, and hosted dinner parties with friends at this table.  We held meetings at this table.  

When George's business, Rentapen, started cutting metal shims as one of its first manufactured products, we spent hours sanding the burs off of the shims, counting them, and putting them into little bags at this table.

Deciding to give it up was hard.  But I felt it was too big, too heavy, too worn.  Some friends said keep it, some said start new in a new place. I offered it up to the house buyers first at $250.  They didn't want it.  So I put it on Facebook Market Place.  Crickets...

I lowered the price.  I lowered it again.  Crickets...

Then at $150 I get a message request.  "Will you take $50 for the set?"

Arg!  I had been wondering if I would have a charity thrift come get it.  But sell it for $50???  Doesn't anyone value this Ethan Allen table like I do?   

I replied, "I would rather give it to charity than sell it for $50."

She responded, "Oh, Thank You!  It is for my mother who just moved here and is hard up and doesn't have a table and chairs..."

At first I was in shock and offended.  Then I thought, What do I want?   I want someone to appreciate this table and have fun around this table.  If this woman can do that, then why not?

She and her Mom came and got it within hours.  I kept two chairs because they are solid and good to use as a step up when I need to reach the top of the fridge or something.  And I kept the quilt, in case I can use it to coordinate the chairs in a spot in my new home someday.

The Back Seat

Another thing that was weighing heavy was the back seats to my Chrysler Town and Country.  I removed them because they were rarely used and the removal opened up more storage in my van and reduced the weight.  I was hanging onto them in case I sold the van.  But I have decided to keep it for another 100,000 miles.  By that time, the fact it is missing a back seat won't be a big deal.

The seats are in great shape, but when I posted them on Facebook I didn't hear a peep.  I kept lowering the price.

A few days before closing I had the Key Center Thrift come get some of the remaining pieces of furniture I wasn't putting into storage.  "Do you take car seats?"  I asked.  They must not have had a full truck scheduled because they were glad to take them off my hands.  Gone!

They also took a couple gliders, the TV and coffee table.  I don't use the TV.  I watch my computer or my cell phone.

The sectional chairs and two beds went to the people who bought my house.  Some they paid for, some I gave as gifts, like these sectional chairs.  They were left for me from the previous owner of the home.

It was also hard to give up my picnic set.  We bought it in the early 2000's.  Life was throwing us some curve balls so we would spend sunny afternoons out enjoying the yard.  We have had gatherings at this table too.  I love it but wanted to go lighter.  I want furniture that I can move on my own.  Let the new owners enjoy them.  I sold it to them, too cheap.

I have so much art!  I donated very few.  There was George's photos on canvas, prints by El Towle, and flowery paintings by Artist-friend, Jude Caborn.  Those all went into storage to give my next home fun.

There was one picture I was going to leave.  It was way up high on the wall.  A picture that George took of a Pelican that we had put on canvas.  But one of the last days, I thought I would attempt to take it down.  When we had moved in our friends, Jerry W. and David A. helped us mount the pictures.  They did an amazing job.  I thought they had mounted the pelican with L-brackets on the top side of the picture.  

I pulled out the extension ladder and extended... and extended... and extended.  Man it was high!

I started to climb, slowly, cautiously.  All the while asking myself if it was really worth it.

Then I decided, no, it wasn't worth breaking my neck.  I descended  and was going to start  bringing the ladder back down when it moved, tapped the picture, and the picture came tumbling down!  I rushed to inspect it.  No damage, one of the back braces had come loose, but there was no damage.

I was giddy.  It was like a sign from George.  "Here, take this with you."  And "Yes, this move is a good thing."  I know, silly, but it is the stories we tell ourselves that can make us happy or angry or sad.  I choose to fill my mind with happy stories.  

I had a container upstairs where our guests stayed.  The container was full of thank you notes and post cards from the years we had hosted Warmshowers guests and Evergreen Club guests and friends and even from the few months that I rented out the rooms as an Airbnb hostess.  

In storage I had a bag of all the cards and letters I received after George's death in 2018.

I hated to throw them away.  First I took pictures of them all, so that the memory still exists somewhere.


I had two weeks to pack up all the small stuff and move it to storage.  I made sure I packed the boxes light so I wouldn't hurt myself.  

There is a couple that work on the grounds in our neighborhood and have a handy-helper kind of business on the side.  I hired them to move the big stuff into storage, like the bed and some dressers.  I was so grateful to them!  What a load off my mind.

This picture is taken while the big stuff was being added to the storage unit.  I took pictures of my full storage unit, but I can't find them on my camera.  When the storage unit was empty, I thought there was no way I was going to fill it.  But I was wrong, it is packed to about 5 feet tall in most places.  Just me, just one person, so much stuff.  

There are:
Garden tools
and regular tools
and seven years of tax papers.

There are: 
boxes of my journals
bags of linens
Tubs of kitchen utensils and pots.

There are:
chairs for relaxing
end tables of all kinds.

And I threw away and gave away so much stuff.  Carrie is a neighbor whose son does flea markets.  She was delighted with whatever I had to give her.  Lamps, dishes, widgets, tools...

She even gave me some cash for the stuff.  She filled her car two or three times with stuff.

What I threw out or gave away:
expired spices (lots)
bars of soap (I just use pump bottles now)
rags and more rags

There were:
screws for keeping and screws for my son
a ladder for me and an extension ladder for the new home owner
silverware for me and old silver for my son
Sentimental pieces of George's for his daughter, Jodie

I keep reminding myself, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I can't take it with me to the other side of life.  I may have twenty years left or even more, but still.  Let someone else enjoy it for a while.  

Car Issues

My car is at the dealer.  It will be there for a few more days.  I wanted to get things fixed before I leave.  One issue I could not ignore, when I locked the door, it really wasn't locked.  

One day I wasn't anywhere near the car and I had the fob with me.  But a friend wanted to try to open the door and put something inside for me.  The driver's car door opened and the alarm went off.  I had suspected there was a problem when it happened to me, but I had the fob on me so I thought it had something to do with the new fob I purchased from Chrysler.

Also, the last time I wrote that after I got a new fob for the car I had not had an incident with the intermittent problem of the car not starting.  Well, shortly after I wrote that, it happened again.  When I wrote about it on Facebook several other Chrysler Town and Country Owners reported they had the same problem and that I should check the VIN number because it might be the same problem that cause Chrysler to do a recall.

But my VIN isn't included in the recall list.  The car dealer says they can not fix an intermittent problem like that.  It has to not work while in their care.

So again I will be traveling the country with a car that sometimes just won't start.  Frustrating.  They are working on the car door issue, and had to order parts.  Hopefully I will get it back on Wednesday so I can start the process of downsizing even more for my six months of travel.

Delights on Closing Day

Closing was on a Thursday at 1:00.  So I figured I could meet up with my bike group and ride a bit before riding to the closing office.  It was drizzly out when I left Oasis.  When I got to Inverness there was no one waiting to ride, but a group of the Snails was just ahead so I caught up and hung out with them.  That was delightful, even if it started to rain.  I was glad to have others willing to ride in the rain. The snails are a fun group.

They went to a restaurant five miles up the road, I turned around at that point and returned to Oasis.  I had just enough time to lay out my wet clothes and take a shower and eat lunch.  

The rain stopped and I rode to the closing.  It was quick and painless.  The buyers had signed already, the money was in my account by the end of the business day.  Whoo hoo!

On my ride on the trail I saw a small gator walking across the trail, a big mud turtle beside the trail, and a great blue heron standing on a bench next to the trail.

I had asked a friend and neighbor, Linda M. to have a happy hour on her patio that night and she did!  We drank wine and Prosecco and had a great time.  Thanks again Linda and friends for helping me mark the occasion.

As I was riding back to Oasis in the twilight, it was lovely out.  

I saw a snake.  

I texted Linda M.  She texted back that snakes shed their skin.  The snake is a symbol of change.

Sunday, March 6, 2022

Sold! Now What?

I sold my townhouse!  I will tell you about that in bit, but first some realizations and excuses for not writing to you sooner.

It Feels Like Going 90 Miles An Hour

My son contacted me with an "I love you" text and an "Are you OK?" text because I had not written a blog post in a while.  How wonderful is that?!  I called him and we caught up with some of our news.  Feeling loved, I realized I had not talked with him since Christmas time!  Life moves fast.

Winters are always bustling in Florida.  It is the peak of the Snowbird and visitor season, January - March.  People come that I only get to see during this time, and so I am active with dinners and rides and gatherings.

Friends from my years in Waukesha, WI sometimes contact me when they are in Florida.  I jump at the chance to connect with them and share some of the beauty of this part of the country.  I drove to Tarpon Springs to visit Kathi Seiger from Waukesha.  Another day I met up with Diane and Rick Frowein that were vacationing in Kissimmee, FL.  It was my first time in Kissimmee, and though I didn't like the higher population and traffic in that area, I really enjoyed our visit and kayak ride through a natural area.  I vowed to return to the area someday to camp and do some birding, hiking and biking on the trails in the nature preserves east of Orlando.  

Then there is all the Snowbirds!  There are opportunities to dance, go birding, connect over a cocktail.  

And I am still working a few hours a week.  No wonder I haven't had much time for making my reservations and planning my trip for this coming summer.

Signs From Heaven/the Universe/George

So, I decided to sell my townhome and move (hopefully) into a villa in Windermere.  I had gotten a price from a realtor in November, I decided to try to sell it on my own first, since the market is hot.

I listed it on Zillow and MLS for the price I was given in November.   So many friends told me I had not priced it high enough.  

I got lots of calls from realtors and investors, but the first call I got from a potential buyer was interesting... their last name was GEORGE!  I thought that was a good sign.  They were downsizing.  They wanted to see the place.  

At the time, the people renting my house had contracted a light case of COVID and were isolating.  So, I waited until they were feeling better before asking for a date to show off the place to potential buyers.  I decided as long as I was showing the place to the George's, I would keep it open for a couple ours and promote it as an open house.

The second call I got was from a guy in New York with a verbal offer to buy (unseen) for the asking price.  I told him I was going to wait till after the open house to give him an answer.

The third call I got was from a couple from Waukesha, WI!!  They had been visiting a relative in Windermere and fell in love with the place and wanted to live here.  Wow!  They gave me a verbal offer above the asking price.  I told them also that I would wait until after the open house to give an answer.

I asked for their offer in writing, which they delivered.

Open house day I got to meet the George couple.  Nice, they liked it.  I told them I had other cash offers on the table, they also made a cash offer.  I went back to all the buyers and asked them if the offer they cage me was their best offer because I had three bids on the table.  (I did this upon listening to the advice of a friend who is a realtor, thanks Friend!)

The couple from Waukesha won the bid.  And it turns out that he and I were in Toastmasters (a professional leadership organization) together 30 years ago in Waukesha.   Wow, so many signs to tell me I am making the right move.  And it is a good thing, too.  Because I am a bit scared to be house-less.

We set closing for two weeks after the tenants move out, April 15, 2022.  That way I have time to sort through stuff, and haul stuff into storage or charity and give the buyers a chance to claim some things.  I already promised I would leave them the antique bed.

On one of the birding walks I got to meet-up again with one of Cindy's friends, Connie.  She has been living full-time in her van.  I asked her about residency and being able to vote while living that way.  She gave me information about Green Cove Springs.  It is a town in Florida near Jacksonville that has a mail-service business.  The mail service house has all the instructions and help for establishing an address to not only receive mail, but be able to use the address for voting and ID.   If you are interested, it is St. Brendan's Isle.

In the meantime, I have friends in Windermere keeping their eyes and ears open for the next villa that might be coming up for sale.  And I have been too busy to make all the reservations needed for all the places that Lilac and I plan to stay in the coming year.

Starting the Travel Plans

I like to launch my trip up north with a social event.  A couple of times I went to a Sisters on the Fly camping event to launch my journey north.  This year I am joining a bicycle and kayak event near Live Oak, FL.  The Suwannee Bicycle Association is hosting a Pedal and Paddle for four days.  I start camping there on April 27th.  

Then I will zig zag north.  I want to do a couple of the trails I didn't get to last fall.  I think the Pine Creek Trail in Pennsylvania and the Virginia Creeper in Virginia and maybe something in western New York, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, and into Wisconsin.  If you would like to meet up along the way, let me know.  It always makes the solo times more enjoyable when I know that I am connecting with friends in a few days.  Let's ride, hike, kayak, bird, dine or happy-hour together.

This Page of History -- In the News

Don't read on, if the news of the day is stressing you out.  I am just trying to give some perspective for those of you in the future reading this entry.  

Yes, we are experiencing a real-estate bubble or recovery, we don't know yet.  The number of cases of COVID is trending down.  The CDC has eased some of its recommendations, saying that the precautions should be localized to the areas according to the number of cases they are experiencing.   I and friends have found ourselves once again sitting inside restaurants... feeling a little uncomfortable... a little scared... but celebrating and hoping that our vaccines will protect us and those around us at the same time.

A convoy of truckers that are against any COVID restrictions (most of them are gone now) are entering DC to protest.  And all that seems silly now because... about 12 days ago Russia attacked Ukraine.  Images of the destruction of modern cities and neighborhoods are coming through to us via the news and social media.  The whole world, the web, the cell phone systems, our monetary systems could be at risk of attack.

We citizens of the world do not know yet if this is the beginning of World War III.  So far, the NATO nations have been inflicting financial pain on Russia and sending weapons to the Ukraine.  You know better than I do, what happens next.

Friday, February 11, 2022

Mind Changes Yet Again

 It is 40 degrees out this morning.  Too cold for this Florida gal to ride into town to attend my neighborhood fitness and yoga class.  I miss it.

But I also need to stay away because I was with friends on Saturday, February 5th, and they came down with cold symptoms a day or two later.  They ended up testing positive for COVID19.   

Yesterday I donned my N95 mask and went to Walgreens and bought myself a COVID test kit and stocked up on comfort food thinking I might be isolated for a while.  Though the government is giving out COVID tests, I have yet to order mine.  So I paid over $20 for a test packet.

When my siblings and I were young and had a day home from school sick with chicken pox or some fever, we would often get to drink 7-up and get treated with M&M's.  I still turn to food for comfort when I am not feeling well (unless it is stomach upset).  Yesterday I anticipated not feeling well.  

This time, though, after reading the label on the ice cream and the 7-up, I returned them to the shelf and opted for almonds dusted in chocolate and peanut butter sweetened with a little bit of maple syrup... and Cheetos cheese puffs.  Ha ha.

Back at camp I took the test.  A clear negative.  The instructions tell me to take the test again in 24 to 36 hours.  In the meantime I am being more diligent about my mask and distancing.  But the gym is calling to me!  I do have some N95 masks which are what is used by healthcare workers when treating COVID19 patients.  

Some of you will be horrified that I would go out at all, others of you will say I am being more cautious than you would be in the same situation. 

The good news in all this is that my friends were vaccinated and boosted, reducing their symptoms.  And they probably got the Omnicron variant which is sweeping the Nation (world?).  This varient is milder but so much more contagious than the previous variants of the virus.

Besides feeling lousy for a couple days, they will be fine.  And I am grateful for that.  I don't want to lose them or have them living with long-COVID symptoms.

The Housing Experiment

This experiment of living in Lilac is teaching me some things.  It has been a huge success.

One thing I learned is that I love living in Windermere.  I love our clubhouse exercise classes. I love being able to walk out the door onto quiet streets and walk for miles. I love the people I run-into on the streets and the friends that live there.  I love being able to walk down to the bridge between two lakes and watch the sun rise and the sun set.  I love being able to plant things in the dirt... my own plot of land.

What I don't like is too much space.  I don't like too much stuff to store, maintain, etc.  I don't like the expensive insurance, and the worry during hurricane season.  I hate it when something goes wrong with the house and I don't know who to call to come fix it.  I was thinking those items would be knocked out of my life by living on wheels.  


But I now realize that would be traded for the constant need to plan where I will park, the costs of parking.  The RV life used to be that you drive until your are tired and then look for a place to camp, or you make a reservation two or three days before you arrive somewhere.  But now you need to plan months in advance.  As I look to make reservations in state parks for May, some of the parks are already fully booked.  Some places in Florida they are booked 11 months in advance, as soon as they open up for reservations.

I didn't want to sell my big house and move to a smaller villa in Windermere because the price difference isn't much and probably won't cover the costs associated with moving and the agony of downsizing.  But when I think of living the next 10-15 years in a place, a smaller home feels right.  I realize now it isn't all about the money.

Another factor I was stressing over was that my current home has a discount on property taxes because it is homesteaded.  I was afraid I would lose the discount and have to start over at the prices of houses now... and that is the case a bit.  But I do get to keep a portion of the homestead exemption if I buy into a Villa within three years.

This week I put my house on the market on Zillow.  It will probably sell fast.  

I started spreading the word I am looking for a villa which is only one story and has two bedrooms vs four bedrooms and two stories.  But first I should sell my home and maybe float for a while in between homes.  That will give me that experience.  I like that idea.

Book Progress or Not

I think, ok, all this time in my little Weeroll, I will get back to working on Book III.  But it hasn't happened yet.  I feel the stirrings, but mostly they are ignored.  

But the motivation is building each time I hear from someone that they enjoyed or are enjoying one of my books.

Linda is a woman in Oasis RV where I am parked.  When she inquired about my books, I gifted her the first book, Alzheimer's Trippin' with George.  

There are several residents that gather in a circle in her front yard each afternoon.  When I joined them one day Linda told me she had finished the book.  

"You were probably as glad it was over as we were to get home after that long trip," I said.

"No!" She exclaimed, "I want to know what happened next!"

Wow, that made my heart sing.  I told her she could learn all about it in the second book, The Journey Continues, Alzheimer's Trippin' with George.

Then I thought of the people like her that have read the second book and still want to know what happened next.  The next book...  a work in progress, a life in progress.  

Linda passed on her book to Carol.  Carol told me yesterday that she is enjoying the book and has had a few good laughs.  My ego is boosted.

The city of Inverness arranges free music in the park on Wednesdays.  I was there with some friends and saw some neighbors.  One neighbor told me they had gifted my book to a friend who was in the same position I was, caring for a spouse with dementia.  She told me that the woman has told her the book is helping her a lot in dealing with situations.  

Oh wow, to help caregivers and family members understand, be more patient, find strength; to hear that the books are doing that, well gosh, it is amazing.   Thanks for telling me that.

The notes for book III are under my bed, starting to call to me again.  We'll see.

For now, though, the temperature is above 50 degrees, the sun is shining, and my trike is out and ready to ride.  

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