Last night I made arrangements with Monique to go head to the Greenway. I wasn’t sure if we were going to walk or ride, it wound up being a walk which is something I have basically NEVER done at the Greenway. Ever since it opened I have always traveled it’s quiet and scenic trails via one of my PEVs which I love to do.
I picked Monique up around 7 and we parked in the same lot as I normally do when riding. I wasn’t quite sure how long we would walk and what sort of distances we would be traveling by foot. By the time we got moving the heat of the day was quickly dissipating. Monique and I walked and talked as we enjoyed the beauty of the area. Seeing things at a walking pace versus a riding pace brings some additional perspective.
Monique was down with walking all the way to Baker Park. As we approached we picked up the pace because we both needed a bathroom break from afternoon coffee. After the well needed relief we climbed to the top of the terrace and hung out there for a little bit, again just enjoying the moment. While we were sitting there I decided to turn on the workout mode of my Apple Watch so I could measure how far the walk back was which I had no idea of. I just knew it was substantial based on how my legs were feeling.
To me the walk back was even better with even cooler temperatures and the sunset vistas. The picture you see here was taken on the way back as we crossed the Gordon River. By the time we got back to the car my watch had clicked off something like 2.6 miles meaning we had walked over 5 miles in total. I can not tell you the last time I have traveled that far by foot. My lower body felt the same way with some aches and pains but I didn’t really care, it was a great way to spend a couple hours. Monique said she really had fun as well which I was glad to hear. Next week she is leaving to go to Honduras to both visit Gladys and travel the mainland with her mom for almost a month. I am going to see if she wants to do something this weekend since she won’t be around for awhile.
I saw Tony Siragusa died yesterday, the former NFL defensive lineman with a big personality. He went from the NFL to being a sideline reporter. I have not heard of an official cause of death but my guess is it is somehow related to his size which was substantial. Tony was only 55 years old, less than a year older than me. In the past I would use this as an opportunity to bemoan the perils of aging and equate it to something negative. Now, I prefer to view it as a reminder that time is precious and I should do what I can to make whatever time I have remaining, well spent.
Last night I finally got around to unboxing and filming my initial thoughts about the Gyroor F1 hoverboard. I have had the device for almost a week but had other priorities that prevented me from filming a review. I got the idea in my head that I wanted to do a funny intro for the video where I double myself, a trick I did once before. To do this requires filming three separate shots, making sure the camera stays absolutely stationary. So I filmed those spots and then started filming the guts of the video. At some point I look down and realize that I forgot to turn on or even put on my wireless mic….. Everything I had just done had no audio…. I was pissed at my sloppiness, really pissed because I thought the first takes went well. So I had no choice but to film all those parts again.
I get around to actually riding the F1 which I knew was going to feel weird, especially since I already ride a bunch of other PEVs that control in a much different manner. With a hoverboard you apply pressure to the footpad on the opposite side of the direction you want to go. Want to turn left, push with your right foot. For the most part I did ok but a few times my brain short circuited where I zigged when I should have zagged, the end result being tossed off the Gyroor. I never hit the concrete though which was a plus.
My unit also had an issue with a rubbing sound from the one wheel. Upon inspection I noticed the fender was pushed down to the point where it was making contact with the tire. I was able to bend it up to give some clearance but I still was getting some noise when going at higher speed so I will have to investigate further. It was fun zipping around the driveway and I look to do an extended riding session at the school parking lot where I can see if I can get my brain adjusted to this control scheme. After all they say forcing yourself to keep learning is a solid way to keep your mind from turning to mush. I have a LOT of funny clips that I did not put in the video which I plan to make it’s own stand alone thing when I get a chance.
Shortly before I was heading outside to do my Monday evening chicken related duties the skies opened up. I had a schedule to keep on track with so I just threw a rain jacket on. Even so I came back inside pretty drenched, especially my lower body which was not protected. It poured for quite awhile. The rain finally stopped and I headed out to put Kathy to bed sometime after 8PM. As soon as I stepped outside and saw the sky I turned around and grabbed my phone. This vista was nothing short of amazing.
In total I took around a dozen pictures. I would take one and then a couple minutes later the light and colors would morph into something equally amazing. I walked around the yard taking various shots, all of which were beautiful in my estimation. Although I have always appreciated the simple beauty of sunsets I have been guilty of being too caught up in the hustle and bustle of life most of the time to take a deep breath and enjoy them. This is one of the many things I have been working on correcting.
I was watching a video of a popular EUC YouTuber based in Poland. This video was about how a bunch of riders customize their Veteran Sherman wheels. As I watched I saw a bunch of the wheels outfitted with Exo-Armor, a 3D printed part that I designed and sell on my store.
Many of the riders actually had a modified version of the Exo-armor that someone made based on my original design. When I came up with Exo-Armor I put the 3D files out in the public domain so anyone with a 3D printer could download and print themselves a set. This is something I have done with a handful of my designs. It’s nice to share with the community and moments like this where you see your idea show up around the world that feel pretty cool.
Before my bike ride Friday night I decided it would be different to strap a GoPro to my helmet and record the experience. Now of course 35 minutes of road flying by on it’s own would not be interesting so I made it sort of a rolling documentary, just talking about whatever came to mind during the sweaty and hot ride. There is a moment during the video where a motorist acted like he never saw me, rolling right in front. I gave him a verbal congratulations for his actions. It’s a long video but there are some funny/interesting nuggets sprinkled throughout.
Saturday morning I was buzzing around trying to get a number of small tasks done. I was picking up Monique to go do my first ever session with a medium, I’m not sure if that is the same as a psychic. Anyway Monique has sessions semi-regularly and although it isn’t something I would look into on my own, I appreciated her invite and was willing to see how it went.
Monque went first, each session is approximately 20 minutes. While she was in there I walked around the store. They had dozens varieties of stones, each of supposedly having different benefits. I found it interesting reading the descriptions of them all. I was curious how the benefit was utilized, did they need to just be in your vicinity or did you need to hold/interact with them while doing something like meditation. Monique told me that I could bring a picture or an object from a loved one if I wanted so I did just that, bringing my mom’s glasses that I have been in possession of since she passed away.
The medians name was Theresa, I immediately got a good vibe about her. She asked what she could do for me. I told her I have never done anything like this before but that my mom had passed away a number of years ago and that I had brought her glasses with me. She asked me to give them to her. As soon as she put them in her hand she said her hand felt cold but that feeling went away after a minute or two. Ironically as she said she felt cold, I suddenly felt very warm which also subsided after a brief time.
As Theresa held the glasses in one hand she wrote with her other hand. She said my mom was here and just the idea of that made me emotional instantly. She wrote a couple pages of things, some of it brought on more waves of emotion from me. It was a generally upbeat and encouraging message which didn’t have a lot of specificity which is ok. However what I did find interesting was at one point Theresa started to tear up as well. She also asked if she died of a heart attack which she did. Lots of people die of heart attacks of course so it is a high probability question. However she also asked if she had a problem with her throat. Mom did have thyroid issues and even a goiter from it at one point so that question rung true with me a little bit.
We then turned to more general things like what the deal is with me. Theresa shuffled her tarot deck thoroughly and then laid out 7 or 8 cards. The big picture ideas were she saw that I have had an internal conflict that needs to be settled. She said there was something I wanted but I am hesitant to go all out for because of fear of rejection. She also said there is great reward/treasure at the other side of the work that lies ahead. Again a lot of this could be generalized to fit a multitude of situations but in some ways it did definitely apply to my life over the last year or so.
After she talked about the cards we just talked like two people. I told her about some of the self help stuff I have been working on, trying to change some of the negative thought patterns that have not served me well over my life. She shared some stories of her own which I found interesting as well. The 20 minutes went by quickly and I came out of it finding the experience enjoyable. I don’t think it is something I would want/need to do on a regular basis but it was cool to dip my toe into a way of thinking that was was totally foreign to me.
After the reading Monique agreed to go to Rural King with me, a store she was at before. I actually needed a few things so it worked out. She most enjoyed seeing the various baby chicks they had on hand. Every time I see them I of course think how cute they are but I never feel obliged to pull the trigger on getting more since I now know the harsh reality of chicken ownership after 8+ years of living it.
We also stopped for coffee afterward. Originally I was going to find a Starbucks since I knew Monique liked their coffee. I was surprised when she said she would be ok with going to Dunkin Donuts, she said she hasn’t tried their coffee. She got a cafe con leche and actually really liked it. We sat in the mostly empty lobby while we finished our drinks. She had to get back to her place at a reasonable time to complete some packing related to her little sister getting ready to fly down to Honduras to visit Gladys. It was another fun experience with Monique. I consider her to be a real friend at this point, which I am thankful for. My Saturday night was spent at home. I was up later than expected and somehow managed to down five White Claws along the way.
On Sunday Mongi, a channel subscriber from the east coast of Florida was scheduled to show up around noon. I once again hustled around making sure what needed to get handled got done was completed prior to his arrival. He had roughly a two and a half hour drive over from the Singer Island area. Mongi (real name Loren) immediately struck me as a likeable guy. I showed him my wheel and 3D printer collection but we didn’t waste a lot of time before getting on the EUCs. We first did a quick test ride up the street so he could test my V12. I got on his Monster Pro which is the largest EUC there is in terms of tire diameter, a massive 24 inches. I had an original Monster which had a 22 inch tire.
The wheel just felt huge and cumbersome. It had been a very long time since I rode anything that large. After the quick warm up ride we went back to the house where I grabbed my Veteran Sherman. I was a little worried when I saw it was only 2/3 charged since we were going to Ave Maria which is at least a 35 mile round trip. Luckily the Sherman has the biggest battery of all of my wheels so both Mongi and I were confident it would have the juice to make the round trip.
It was incredibly hot and humid when we pulled out. I saw tons of clouds that usually turn into thunderstorms so I had concerns we could wind up getting wet along the way. The ride out there went well, I was on my Sherman for the first part of the ride and was carrying right around 30MPH. If my battery was full when I left I would have gone faster as Mongi likes to cruise 35mph on his wheel. We then switched, giving me more time on the big wheel. The more time I spent on it the more I liked it as I got used to it’s physics. Because of it’s size and weight (around 90lbs) it just feels incredibly planted on the road. For hard surface cruising at high speeds it is hard to beat.
When we turned around in Ave Maria I saw lines of black clouds in the direction we were headed, I was certain we would get rained on. I was wrong. We rode right along the rain line but never actually got wet. When we got back to the house I pulled out my Z10 and V10F and let Mongi ride them as well. He then asked if I wanted to grab some food, I said sure.
He had never been in a Tesla before so we took my car. As I found out during his visit, Mongi has a pretty amazing background dealing with speed, danger and excitement. He has done all sorts of racing, jumping, and speeding with almost every type of motorized vehicle you can think of. He has done a number of frame off classic car restorations, he can literally do it all, engine rebuilds, body work and anything in between.. He basically has the skill set I dreamed of having when I was younger.
We went to Pelican Larry’s where we enjoyed a good meal over a couple beers. Mongi has endless stories of his various adventures. He could be retired but he works to keep himself active, fixing pinball machines which ironically is another job I thought I wanted in my youth. We headed back to the house and Mongi headed out to visit his cousin who also lives in Naples. He invited me to come hang at his place sometime which I may take him up on when my schedule allows. He was a cool guy and I’m glad I made the effort to meet up.
Once Mongi left I got to work on a few loose ends as well as editing the video of our ride together. The weekend was one of those quick blurs but I emerged from it feeling like it was time well spent. I got to catch up with my Dad after playing some phone tag, wishing him a happy Father’s Day.
Last night there were spotty thunderstorms in my area, luckily I avoided a direct hit. I was able to complete this week’s grass maintenance, spending a little less than two hours on the mower. I again utilized my headphones, both listening to music and a podcast to help pass the time in the seat. At the end I drove out to the backyard to snap a picture of yet another scenic sunset, a natural Florida resource that I have been spending more time appreciating recently. After I put the tractor away and surveyed the now uniform looking grass I gave myself a a little mental “job well done”.
My weekend, despite my efforts to hack out large chunks of time requirements from yard work, still is feeling like it is going to be busy. Mid-afternoon Saturday I am again meeting up with Gladys’s sister Monique to do something I never did before, a psychic reading. This is something I have always had mixed feeling about. However I have been making efforts to be open to different types of experiences so I thought this could be interesting. If I was told something for example about my mom that there is no way this person could know otherwise it would be a little bit of a foundation shaking experience. I recall being told by my great aunt, who WAS definitely into reincarnation and things of that nature that when I was a young child I used to walk around talking about a prior life I had. I have no recollection of this but that information always stuck with me. Monique also told me how she went to Rural King once and really liked it, which I found funny so we will head there afterwards and grab dinner somewhere as well. It should be a different sort of fun.
On Sunday as long as the weather forecast looks ok, a channel subscriber will be coming down to ride with me mid-day Sunday. I also have some 3D printer repairs to complete along with finding time to do a professional-ish review of the new hoverboard.
Last night I was talking with Gladys about her history, specifically how she wound up coming to the US from Honduras which is a pretty amazing story. The path she has gone from a childhood of struggle living in a third world country to where she is now, living along the ocean on a tropical island is nothing short of incredible. Listening to her story got me thinking about my own path which has had it’s own share of crazy twists and turns albeit without the additional challenge of living in a less developed country.
My ideas of what laid ahead of me at different points of my life sometimes felt crystal clear, other times it was a fuzzy outline, at best. However the one constant thing was the path I traveled never has gone as I expected, ever. Now, after all of this time has passed, I am trying to focus on more of the journey instead of a destination. There have been many lessons learned along the way. Failure, ironically, is one of the most effective teachers there is. I hope the learning never stops.
Last night I got home with the intent of carrying out my new normal, doing yard work on a weeknight. I did not try to do a 2 for 1 deal like the past couple weeks where I would do an abbreviated weed whacking session followed by mowing. I chose to do a full whacking run instead which is needed periodically. Sure it eats up a good portion of my evening but with my headphones on combined with the cooler temperatures the level of agitation doing the task is dramatically decreased.
On Tuesday my GYROOR F1 hoverboard arrived. You may recall this was sent to me for free in exchange for my doing a video review of it. It’s sort of ironic that my PEV progression never included a hoverboard which is the ground floor for many people. It will be interesting to see how I like it. I hope to carve out some time this weekend to be able to do the review, part of the reason I want to get grass maintenance cleared off my plate.
This is totally random but in my head at this moment. I clearly remember when I was in 5th grade being taught the metric system. The teacher emphasized at that time how it was important for us to learn it because the United States was going to officially transition very soon. It made sense since practically the rest of the world was already using it. Plus a system based on factors of the number 10 seems to make a lot more sense than the imperial system which uses disconnected numbers for various measurements. Somehow the transition never really happened and here we are some 30+ years later still talking feet, pounds and miles. What is the hidden, deep meaning of this? I don’t have it clearly defined other than Americans don’t like change and feel little need to pay attention to the rest of the world.
Oh speaking of the weekend, I also potentially have another channel viewer coming down to ride EUCs with me. He would be bringing his gigantic Monster Pro wheel with him, a model I had never ridden. I have met up with a number of people that know me from YouTube. It has always wound up being a good experience. I’m hoping for the same once again.
This was an email I received recently that is connected to the self help/improvement program I have been working with. I thought it was a a scenario I identified with and is a clear failure I have had in the past when engaging in relationship dynamics. I am hoping this realization helps me in future when it comes to recognizing and giving what really matters with a partner.
A few days ago I had a stupid argument with my wife.
The topic was a trifle–and a common one.
We were preparing for a night of dancing and debauchery with friends and, like many a lovely lady before her, she felt uncomfortable with her appearance.
This dress was too tight.
That skirt made her look fat.
This outfit made her look like a cheap Victorian stripper.
You know the drill.
Objectively speaking, her discomfort was unfounded.
Regardless of her outfit, I thought she looked stunning.
And it was clear from the subsequent cat-calling, gawking, and straight women suddenly questioning their sexuality that I wasn’t alone in this sentiment.
But sentiment be damned, she wasn’t “feeling” herself.
Now, I should have responded to her emotionally charged state with grace and tact.
But being the self-proclaimed Dark Overlord of Personal Development, I naturally turned it into a “teaching moment.”
So in my infinite wisdom, I proceeded to chastise her on the importance of self-confidence and berate her for the negative self-talk that was so obviously ruining our night.
Suffice it to say, she did not appreciate my condescension.
But I managed to avoid disaster and the night proceeded as planned.
Then, after enough dancing and drinking that we felt it prudent to spend the night with our friends, something interesting happened.
The following morning, while we were all getting ready to swim off our hangovers at a local river, the couple we were staying with had the same conversation.
She wasn’t comfortable in her bathing suit.
Her discomfort was objectively unfounded.
And then the magic happened.
My friend slowly looked his wife up and down, slid his hands around her waist, and responded simply:
“I will never understand the way you see yourself and I’m sorry you don’t feel comfortable… But I can barely take my eyes off of you.”
Sonofabitch.
She giggled, looked at herself again, exclaimed “Really?!” and then threw her arms around him.
The difference between her response and my wife’s was night and day.
Because the difference between his response and my response was equally disparate.
As men, our natural proclivity is often to “fix” or teach or solve our partner’s problems through the same logical lens we would solve our own.
Problem is, a logical onslaught is rarely what our partners need.
They don’t want to hear that they’re wrong or that their feelings are invalid.
They want the masculine to inject itself into their emotional storm and gently lead them out of it.
Empathy, love, and validation are the most powerful weapons in your arsenal.
Last night I did a follow up test that was requested by someone on my channel. It was the No Load Lift test I did on the OneWheel GT and OneWheel XR. This test shows the top rotational speed the boards can attain with no resistance on them, giving a relative idea of the device capabilities. When I last did this test the XR topped out at 31MPH and the GT at 38MPH thanks to it’s more robust batteries with higher voltage. There have been a few things that have changed since that initial test. I changed the tire on the XR from the stock Vega that was on it for years to the new treaded Hoosier. The GT has taken two firmware updates since then as well so there was some curiosity if this affected the top end numbers. The answer I got was things were the same, almost.
The GT clocked in at the exact same 38MPH as it did previously. Surprisingly the XR was 1MPH slower, topping out at 30MPH. The new Hoosier tire is a little smaller than the Vega but I didn’t expect it to change the numbers under a no load condition, interesting. I threw together the video and here is the end result.
When I look at the calendar and see it is already mid-June it blows my mind a little bit. In less than two months an entire year will have passed since my major change in life direction. Unlike the last time I got out of a long term relationship where I had ideas and expectations about how things would go, none of which panned out ultimately, this time I really never had an idea or expectation of what lay ahead. I have been just trying to go with the flow and have definitely put more thought and effort into working on some of my internal thought processes and patterns that have been detrimental to my overall happiness long term. I wish I would have taken the time to concentrate on this a long, long time ago but as they say, better late than never.
On Friday my buddy Rich and I went to play pickle ball at lunch. We had the good fortune of being able to play on one of the courts in the covered area which are much cooler in June. We were getting ready to start our first game of singles when an older guy asked if we wanted to play doubles instead. We said sure, having no idea what level of players they were. The one guy was taller, had a decent serve and was good at the kitchen line. The other guy was smaller but was a “banger”. I banger is a guy that just hits most balls hard. He had a compact, whip-like swing that resulted in punishing shots, if you let him. The way to deal with a banger is to not give him balls he can bang, meaning low.
The first game they killed us, something like 11-2 or 11-3. They played well but we also made a lot of unforced errors. The second game was much closer with us losing something like 11-9. It was during that game that we started to neutralize the banger with not only trying to keep the ball down but also by making him move around more. He had knees that made mine look pristine so forcing him to chase a shot was his kryptonite.
During the last game the tables had almost completely turned. Rich and I made less forced errors, served more aggressively and just played better all around, winning that last game by something like 11-4 or 11-5. It felt good to adapt to changing conditions and come out with a positive result, even if it was against two guys that have been collecting social security for years. After the last game we talked to them a bit, it sounds like they are regulars and would be willing to play us in the future if we have an opening. Prior to the match I already made the mental decision that hernias are not affected by playing pickle ball. This decision had no medical research backing it up whatsoever.
Despite getting a good calorie burn from the pickle ball play over lunch, after work I decided to return to my Friday evening road bike regimen, something I bet I have not done in somewhere around 6 weeks due to schedule, weather or various other reasons. It was somewhat blustery which felt miserable when that wind was working against you, in this case after the turn around. I usually like to keep in the same gear and just increase my effort level in most wind. This was severe enough that I dropped a couple sprockets. I didn’t like doing it but I was really struggling. When I got home I was sweating my ass off. I posted this picture of my sweaty fist/wrist to illustrate the conditions but all it did was confuse people. If you look at it the wrong way it looks like I have a Popeye-sized forearm with some weird bulge by my wrist.
So with the likely hernia I have I’ve been trying to mentally figure out where is the line of effort. What can and can’t I do without making it worse? Well at least so far that line sort of doesn’t exist. During the day Saturday I did my normal chores and later in the afternoon headed outside with the loppers to knock down low hanging branches around the landscape that have been annoying me. I was bending down, collecting, grabbing and throwing half a dozen yard carts full of debris. I didn’t notice any sharp pain from that area but I think the knowledge that it is there makes me wonder if I am feeling something time to time. Several times I did quick visual inspections to verify I don’t see anything noticeably different down there.
On Saturday evening Ali and Shuggs came over with Sadie and Ferdie in tow. The purpose was to give them a brief tutorial on chicken duties although I am sure I will have full written instructions possibly backed up by a video walk through for completeness. They picked up a pizza on the way in which we enjoyed while downing some alcoholic beverages. They hung around until about 9PM. We firmed up the plans for Sunday which included me going to see the progress of their home at Babcock Ranch AND picking up a queen size mattress and box spring with them in my Tacoma.
When they left I had already drank at least four White Claws so I was feeling a little drunk. For some reason I decided to fire up another live stream. I have done a bunch of live streams in the last month, averaging almost one per week when the old norm used to be one every 1-2 months. I thought it would just be maybe an hour or so but the stream extended to over three hours primarily because Gladys agreed to come on with me later in the broadcast. It was a fun interaction all the way around but with my drinking another couple White Claws during the stream I was pretty drunk and felt pretty shitty the following morning.
Despite being up late Saturday I was up and moving before 7:30 on Sunday. I was trying to hustle to get things done so I could get on my way to Ali and Shugs. Have you ever had one of those days where it feels like you are grinding and grinding but not making much progress? That was how a good portion of my Sunday felt. The haze from drinking of course didn’t help things but everything felt like I was moving through quick sand. My bill paying session drug on forever because it was credit card statement reconciliation time which is always a drag normally. It was especially so this time because of several charges that were not made by myself on the account. By the time I researched them and then followed up with a call to Amazon I spent an extra 30-45 minutes which in retrospect could have been avoided completely.
After being stuck on bills forever I then tried to quickly handle a number of other things before heading out the door, none of which seemed to go as expected. Hey I know, shit happens but man the pile was stacking pretty high. I got up to Ali and Shugs place a little before noon. We first went to pick up the bedding. Their house is supposed to be done in about a month so we just took the two pieces back to their apartment where it will live for a month stacked against a wall.
We then made the half hour drive out to their new house which has progressed considerably since I last saw it. It now has tile, cabinets, a rear patio and the pool cage looks ready to assemble. Despite all of the progress it still seems there is a LOT to get completed in a little more than 30 days. It will be interesting to see if that date gets slid back. On the way back we stopped at Chili’s for a quick lunch as I needed to get back home for a movie meet up last night.
So I was going to go see the new and supposedly last Jurassic Park movie, once again with Gladys’s sister Monique. This time we went to Silverspot which used to be the most high end theater in the area but has been outpaced by places like the Cinebistro at this point. We ordered our dinner which was then brought to our seats just as the previews were starting which worked out well. With all of the alcohol I drank Saturday night I had no desire for any more, I stuck to a Coke.
The movie was on the long side, pushing two and a half hours but the time passed pretty quickly. It was cool seeing the major cast members from all of the series together at one time. The movie had all of the typical dinosaur jump scares Jurassic Park is known for and I liked it overall, just not as much as the new Top Gun. 🙂 I’d give it a B+. Monique enjoyed the movie too. It’s been nice getting to know her. She has a lot of unique qualities that are interesting. I suspect we will continue to do things as time allows.
When I got home after 10 Sunday I still had things to attend to. My Tesla was scheduled to finally get fixed Monday, something I have been looking forward to. I gathered up the stuff I was going to need as my plan was to drop it off and then ride my V11 to the office. I was then going to have Rich take me home Monday after work. I staged everything last night and then packed my lunch in my soft sided cooler since it has a strap I could use while riding. I pulled into the body shop a few minutes before eight and went inside. What follows below is not fiction but a story of incredible and frustrating coincidence.
I walked up to the counter and said I was here for my appointment and gave my name. The receptionist pulled my paperwork for “Duffy” and confirmed I was dropping off a Tesla Model X. “No it’s a Model Y” I replied. Weird she said, they must have just made a typo. I asked her if that meant the wrong parts could have been ordered? She said no, they order based on VIN. Ok… So next she asks me to confirm my phone number. She reads off a number I never heard of before. “That is not my number” I tell her. She flips the paperwork around and let’s me see it. I do a double take.
The paperwork is for “John Duffy” who owns a Model X, has Geico insurance (not Travelers) and lives elsewhere. He evidently contacted the body shop around the same time as I did. The woman said she didn’t see any email from me in early May with my Travelers claim info. She asked who I talked to. I told her it was another woman whom evidently also works the front desk. I told her I sent the estimate from Travelers to the email address I was given and I even followed up a day later, confirming it was received. I did one more follow up on Friday just firming up that all parts were in and the work for Duffey was ready to go.
I dug in my sent emails and found the email I sent on May 9th, as I indicated however the woman did not see it. I told her to check her junk mail, there it was. So basically because of this odd coincidence of two Duffy’s a day apart, when I double checked everything was in order they assumed it was for John Duffy.
So I couldn’t really get mad about this, it was an honest mistake and the odds of all of the stars aligning they way they had in this confusing way was just weird. They were very apologetic about the mistake which could have been avoided with a little more attention to detail but I have been guilty of the same if not worse many times in my life. I basically now start over at square one, they order the parts and based on that timeline we will set a new appointment date. It’s disappointing but not the end of the world.
Yesterday I heard back from the med clinic regarding the results of my ultrasound. They said that it does seem to be a potential hernia. They said I could either schedule a CT for more definitive proof or schedule an appointment to talk to a surgeon. I decided the latter as both the physical exam and the ultrasound seem to be pointing in a pretty clear direction, I would rather avoid additional testing if not necessary. I really just want to get some clarity and information so I can make some logistical decisions on how to move forward. I could be told that because it is small and not causing pain that I can keep going as is. Even if I am told that surgery is the recommended fix because of things coming up it would need to be slotted in at a time that will work for me.
This week I have utilized the evenings to get some things done that typically in the past occur on weekends. On Wednesday night I cleaned the bathrooms and last night I was outside weed whacking and mowing. I again did not do full weed whacking because of time. I instead whacked the foot high weeds under the solar panels and then a quick run around the immediate house. I finished up a few minutes earlier than the week before and was able to snap another pretty post sunset panorama.
Doing these tasks during the week make my weekends feel more open which is a feeling I find that I enjoy. Also doing yard maintenance in the evening removes me from heat and skin cancer inducing sun exposure I get when I do this on a typical Saturday afternoon.
My Tesla is going in for repair of the damage on the rear deck lid/bumper on Monday. I feel fortunate that I am getting it done in June compared to the November time frame I was given by the Tesla certified body shop. This place has been around for a long time and has a good reputation from what I have seen so hopefully all is well. My plan is to drop it off Monday with an EUC in the trunk, ride the EUC the couple miles to the office and then get my buddy from work to drop me off at home Monday night. I will just use the Tacoma as my daily driver until the repair is complete.
I saw Matthew McConaughey’s speech he made in Washington about the recent shooting in Texas which happened to also be his hometown. I thought he did an excellent job of cutting through and calling out the political games that always surround one of these awful and horrific shootings. I found his speech powerful, touching, and real. I hope it has a tangible effect in moving the dial towards reasonable gun ownership laws. Good luck moving those lobbyist enslaved politicians towards any position the NRA does not allow them to have. Regardless, it was a great message.
I will be seeing Ali and Shugs a lot this weekend. They are going to come to the house on Saturday night to hang so I can give them a crash course on chicken/house sitting. They graciously offered to hold down the fort for me while I travel to NY with my family in early July. I then have plans to go see their house that is nearing completion on Sunday. I also may wind up doing something with Gladys’s sister Monique again this weekend if we can work it out. Should be a fun 48.
Last night I made arrangements with Monique to go head to the Greenway. I wasn’t sure if we were going to walk or ride, it wound up being a walk which is something I have basically NEVER done at the Greenway. Ever since it opened I have always traveled it’s quiet and scenic trails via one of my PEVs which I love to do.
