Before I left the states I ordered the box set of Lost, the popular TV series. I never got to watch any of the shows when they were originally airing so I thought it would be a good series to get into while in Spain. So far it appears that the island has strange powers and makes weird things happen. I am beginning to think that Girona is my island. Sometimes I go to bed and when I wake up there is no hot water, very strange. I have had very few mechanical problems while training in my life. Recently, I wrote about an unexpected chain break, and now, for no apparent reason, my chain went off the cassette and into the spokes, and it got jammed up real good. It took me quite awhile, maybe 45 minutes to get rolling again. I had to take the derailleur off and unwedge the chain little by little with a small multi-tool. The CD player in the car has been working just fine. The family and I enjoy a little music when we’re cruising. Then I get in the car and it doesn’t work but instead across the display screen it reads, ‘speech’. Assuming it’s prompting me to provide a voice command I try a few lines in English, then a bit of Spanish, then a touch of French and finally a few choice cuss words. Guess I don’t know what to say because I can’t make it work again and now I find myself in contemplation about how to best approach my car stereo. That’s a bit of a new experience for me. I do wish John Lock was here to explain it all, especially this whole disc in my back thing. What does it all mean? Recently went out on a few rides and just went wherever the road took me, eagerly scanning the ground for some secret hatch. Maybe if I find the hatch it will hold the answers.
Well I’ve been out in the mountains now for two days looking for that secret hatch. I rather uneasily report that I have not found any such hatch. However, I did find that the clean air up at elevation gives me some mental clarity. The air pollution in Utah was a big factor for me to move. The air pollution down here in Girona has been quite bad as well. From what I can taste, it’s an agriculture, diesel, wood burning, cigarette puffing, factory belching kind of pollution mix. I’m not completely sure what the few factories here are making and I’m not really sure I want to know. It kills me to hear my kids hacking though. So I contemplate moving to the small Principality of Andorra, in the eastern Pyrennes, at the border of Spain and France. I’m drawn by the notion that among the clean air the hatch may in fact be there.
Well, the good news is that my back is feeling normal again! I certainly appreciate that and I would detail my recovery here but I’m already late for a scheduled chat with my car stereo.