A First First, Last One, Double Destinations

I got back out on my bike Friday night once the AC guy left from doing the PM on my system.  It was the first time in two weeks.  There was a strong headwind after the turn around point that sapped my energy pretty significantly.  I pulled back into the driveway and checked my numbers, I still managed to keep the average pace over 17mph, barely.  I counted it as a win.

On Saturday I tended to a minor list of to do’s.  Late in the afternoon I found myself with some time until I was scheduled to start live streaming at 8:30.  On a whim I decided to head to Brooks Burgers for dinner, by myself.  As far as I can recall, I do not think I have ever sat at a bar alone to eat/drink.  When I mentioned this on social media some people were in disbelief.

The experience overall was good.  I just chilled out , drank a few beers and enjoyed my meal.  About half way through three attractive women whom I would place somewhere between 40-50 sat down next to me.  Of course I did not try to shoehorn my way into their conversation, it’s just not in my DNA. They had some live music going on which added to the overall feel good vibes.  I walked out of there pleasantly surprised with the experience and will likely be repeating it more often going forward.

So thanks to the few beers, when I got home I was revved up and ready to start the live stream.  I actually started it a half hour early, just because.  During the three hour plus live stream there was a lot of good energy.  The stream was initiated by my reaching 12,000 subscribers on my YouTube channel.  As part of the celebration I consumed the very last Zima I had in my possession which was somewhere around three years old at this point.

Even though the Zima taste has now been altered with time to something that is undoubtedly gross, I still felt a bit of sadness realizing this may very well be the last Zima I ever drink. Zima is no longer in production and unlikely to come back.  I continued my Zima tribute by wearing my Zima t-shirt Cindy made in Sunday’s video.  Instead of going into the recycling bin I washed out the bottle and put it on a shelf as a reminder of an important chapter in my personal alcohol journey.

I in addition to the Zima I drank more alcohol which had me pretty loose on the broadcast which I think is pretty apparent.  I didn’t get to bed until way too late.

I woke up Sunday morning feeling pretty shitty from the drinking and late bed time.  By mid-day I had shaken off most of the cobwebs.  Mid-afternoon I decided to head out in the truck with the GT despite skies that were overcast and potentially foreboding.  I wanted to take the GT to the old Golden Gate golf course, a place I had been to several times but not for many months.  I brought along my Skydio as well, hoping to get some cool aerial footage.  I did get some footage but only a very limited amount.  The drone was acting buggy from the get go, unable to get a GPS lock and losing sight of me repeatedly.  I’m not sure what the issue was.

I had a good ride but when I got back to the truck I decided I wanted to do more.  I drove another 5 or 6 miles to the Naples Greenway and rode there for the second time in as many weeks.  During both rides I took pictures, a lot of them, posting them to my Instagram (@duf67) I guess I was feeling creative.  Grabbing my afternoon DD on the way home made for a near picture perfect sequence for me.

It was a good weekend for me, better than what has become par for the course the last few years.  I can only hope the trajectory keeps pointing upward.