Beep! Beep!

Been getting rides in most mornings the last week or so after everybody starts at 05:30 and we go through the first round of adjustments. Today was low 30 miles along the river trail. 

After falling clicking into the pedals on the way out of DnT's deep gravel driveway. I know better, but ended-up with a knee owwy and some ego issues. As leaving the neighborhood was set upon by a pack of medium sized dogs that I did not expect to be a threat. There was some aggressive barking so I glanced back upon a charging wiener dog (aka Dachshund). Figures. So I speed-up a little but not so much to appear to be fleeing a wiener dog, if anyone was watching. I did taunt it a bit "run wiener dog run". It kept coming and seemed to find another gear. I went to pretty much high tram. Turns-out we were being watched by a guy taking out his garbage. It's the barrio, but we're civilized. We laugh about the tenacity and I press on.

So Beep Beep. Readers of a certain age may recall at least two beep beep references. One is a fun song that actually was on the top 40 list in 1958 for 12 weeks (peaked at number 4). If you want to listen, here is a link, listen all the way to the end.

 Beep! Beep!

Beep! Beep!

As you might imagine, the reference I am using has nothing to do with a Nash Rambler. Rather my reference is to the roadrunner. Came across 4 of them today. Two crossed rapidly at a safe distance. Two were kamikaze roadrunners. They waited until the last minute and darted in front. Very pretty birds at close range in full flight (technically run). Much more colorful than the picture. One misjudged my speed. It was quite high. Of course. Darted. Decided bad idea. Tried to race me. Thought better and retired back into the ditch from whence it came. I may not be any mightier than an ill tempered wiener dog. But the roadrunner knows its match...

  Geococcyx californianus

Geococcyx californianus

Another note from the bike ride. It's 80 to 85 degrees F. It's 07:30 and 80 to 85 degrees and 70% or so humidity. That is not cold by any measure. Passed a guy a couple of times. Wearing a freaking wind breaker. A nice one. Pretty colors,. Logos. Seemed to match his kit all round. His gear looked nice. He rode like he knew what he was doing. Wearing a freaking coat. It's 80+ degrees. Get a grip. I almost pushed him over. 

Lots of bussel at the Quail Manor today, but not a lot of visible progress.

HVAC stuff installation began. They cut a bonus hole in the roof one truss bay to the west of where they should have cut. I noticed it has since been filled. Will ask CtC. Stuff happens, but there was a lot of 40 pound felt put up there and I want to be sure it goes back properly...

The VFF finished their part of the pergola. Pictures below. Judge for yourself. I like it. Installed much blocking. Pounded many many nails into many metal brackets. I told SWITBO that pretty much anywhere two pieces of wood come together, there is a metal bracket with 8 nails in it. Further, I told Ann if we are ever in an earthquake in the Quail Manor, there is no reason to move anywhere. This baby is going no where. I pitty the next fool that does demolition on this thing. Bring machines...

Here are today's pics. You may notice a 2 by 4 nailed across the top of the pergola out towards then end. It is there until we (meaning of course CtC, he "volunteered") lay down a whole bunch of 2 by 2 metal tubing that will keep the rafters from twisting. I made the mistake of touching some of the framing inside today. The sap was running like water. Like wine, I like my lumber fresh. I think this was cut yesterday!