Saturday, March 10....Bicycle Race

   It’s been in the 70s and even into the 80s while we’ve been in Picacho.  So it’s warming up in the land of ‘dry heat’…and, boy, does it show on my arms and legs.  I’ve been using lots of lotion because my skin is looking a little dried out and scaly.  Kim’s arms look similar but he’s actually peeling from a sunburn.  I sunscreen so I’m not peeling…I’m just flaking.  But on the plus side, my sinus issue that seems to be fairly regular back in Michigan is gone.  Yay!  Year round Arizonans (not Arizonians like I said earlier) must use a lot of lotion and drink a lot of water to keep their skin hydrated…otherwise they run the risk of drying up like the desert plants do.
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   For as big as some of these RVs are, they are like stealth machines.  We’re on the outer ring of campsites in this campground and with the one way aspect of the roads, everyone has to drive by our site in order to exit the park.  I’m amazed to step out of the trailer in the morning and see an empty spot where there was an RV the night before or even vice versa.  Kim’s bike is louder than some of these rigs.    
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   No time change for Arizona…so tomorrow we'll be 3 hours behind Michigan time.
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Looks like the profile of a person
   Kim was up in the clubhouse this morning…I wanted to check on the desert grass so I headed out for a solo bicycle ride.  I was amazed to see lots of bike riders out on the road and wondered if I was going to be getting in the middle of something I shouldn’t.  Turns out the answer to that was Yes and No. 😎
   There was a gentleman riding slowly in front of me and as I came up beside him, I asked what was going on.  It was an organized time trial…6 ½ miles down and back on the road beside the campground.  I asked if this time trial qualified the rider for the next level of some competition…he replied, “No, it just qualifies us to be called crazy people.”😉 We passed the starting clock at a leisurely pace so I figured he was either already done or warming up.  We rode together for about 1 ½ miles…I explained I was out to get pictures of the desert grass…he was on his cool down ride.  We chatted as we rode along…and at one point he very politely and gently called me out on not wearing my helmet.  Oops! 😏 I mentioned that we had seen bib wearing cyclists yesterday over near Casa Grande and Arizona City and asked if there was a ride going on.  He replied that this is the weekend of the Southern AZ Omnium, which consists of multiple events scheduled throughout the area over the weekend…he had only signed up for this event and didn’t know about the others.  But when I checked the Omnium online, its events were for March 10 and 11…the riders we saw yesterday were participating in another event because it was March 9th. 
   He commended me for picking cycling as my form of exercise…by starting ‘young’ I was setting myself up for some good long term cardiovascular benefits.  Wait, did he just call me young? Sw-eet!!  He went on to say that his wife thinks he’s getting too old to be doing this; of course, at that point I had to ask how old he is.  I had glanced at him only briefly when I came up beside him and I pegged him in his early 60s.  Turns out he’s 75.  O-kay, so that’s why I was called young. Youth is relative to one’s own age. 😏  He also asked if I had heard about a study done over in Great Britain that showed cycling to be one of the better forms of exercise in terms of living longer.  He’s going to use that study as justification for his riding next time his wife suggests he hang up his wheels.  I told him that I had not heard about that study, but I did look it up when I got back to camp. This is just an excerpt of the article by Sarah Knapton, Science Editor for the Telegraph:   
   They are often derided as Mamils (middle-aged men in Lycra), but a new study suggests Britain’s urban cyclists will have the last laugh.
   Cycling to work lowers the risk of dying early by 40 per cent, and reduces the chance of developing cancer by 45 per cent.
   Similarly a daily bike ride to the office nearly halves the risk of heart disease, according to a major study by the University of Glasgow, who tracked the health of more than a quarter of a million people over five years.

This man and I covered a lot of conversational ground in our mile and a half together…and as we were riding, the last qualifier came speeding in so I didn’t get in the way of anything.
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  Today’s forecast was cloudy with a 30% chance of rain.  We woke up to clouds so that part was correct.  We had already decided today was our Organ Stop Pizza day.  It’s located in Mesa and opens at 3 p.m. on Saturdays this time of year. Only decision we had to make this morning was whether to take the bikes or the truck.  We knew from experience it was about a 45 minute highway drive.  If we were there at 3, stayed for an hour or so to eat pizza and watch the organ show, then there would be no problem being back before dark at about 7. Gave it some good thought and ultimately we choose the truck because the sky was looking like that 30% chance of rain could become 100%.  We’re not afraid of getting caught in the rain on the bikes, but rain and highway traffic/speeds are an undesirable combo.  Glad we had a roof over our heads because it started sprinkling as we arrived in Mesa and it was a bit more than a sprinkle when we left.  Not a hard rain but enough to make the road surface slick.  And by the time we arrived in Picacho, it was a steady rain.  Windshield wipers were necessary but the ground seemed barely wet.  I wonder how much rain has to fall to make the desert ground look noticeably wet. But I betcha the plants were loving it no matter what the ground looked like. 
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   Going to Organ Stop Pizza, like Saguaro National Park, has become a ‘must do’ when we’re in Picacho.  The pizza is good and listening to/watching the Wurlitzer organ is better!  Recognizable songs from movies, plays and TV shows with Happy Birthday and a special song for anniversaries thrown in.  While it’s fun to watch the various instruments around the room produce the music, this year I found myself watching the organist more.  The skill required to make it all happen is phenomenal!  The keyboard is a half-circle of multiple rows of switches, buttons, levers and keys…and the organist needs to know where each one is.  He’s not only playing the keys but constantly reaching to either side or to the front to make all the extras happen, too.   Sometimes it’s turning on a single light to highlight a particular instrument or cluster of instruments and other times its multiple lights to showcase the entire area.  And then there’s making the curtain rise for the dancing animal puppets…and quite possibly pushing the button to start and stop the dancing.  It’s multi-tasking at the highest level, that’s for sure…and every aspect of it is entertaining. 
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No imaging for Kim tonight…the rain has stopped but the sky is clouded over and his sky charts show that it will still be cloudy in the morning.  But tomorrow night, now that’s a different story.  The sky chart is showing clear skies for tomorrow night, so he’s already making plans for what to image and what scope to use.  I look at the sky and see the stars…he looks at the sky and sees endless imaging options.
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 Bicycle miles today: 5.6

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