Day: May 27, 2025

I woke up this morning feeling terribly sick and dehydrated. Somehow I managed to drag myself out of bed, on the bike and rode to work. But I still feel pretty awful.

I concede maybe it was all of that weed, beer and caffeine pills that I popped this weekend while I was camping in the pouring rain. It was all fun until it wasn’t anymore, when the paranoia started to creep into my life. And I got so couch locked in my truck and I couldn’t hang out with the bros on Side-by-Sides at the lake at 3 AM. It was a fun weekend, despite the rain, even if not always the healthy, even though I did eat good besides the PBRs, Marlboro Reds, Dank Weed and caffeine pills. Don’t tell a liberal that, they might get upset with me watching as that cottage cheese containers and styrofoam egg container got burnt up in the fire. You’re going to die you ADDICTED SOB! So much dioxin and styrene! So sad, says the libtards in their best impression of the Trumpster.

It really was a great weekend, even if I ended it kind of a messed up way in my mind. On Wednesday of last week, I ran over something and got a leak in my rear-tire of the bike, and the tube started spraying Fix-a-Flat everywhere a quarter mile from home before the leak stopped. I didn’t do anything as ultimately I didn’t loose much air but then when I was riding on Saturday, another blow out and the tire started to go flat, so I ended up pushing my bike to back to camp, as I didn’t want to damage the tire. Topped the tire off with my air pump, and the crazy thing is the tire has held pressure through today. I do think I want to top it off harder though now that I’m back commuting, as I kept it a bit softer for riding trail both on Sunday and also along the Catskill Scenic Trail on Memorial Day.

Memorial Day was nice, by mid-morning it actually warmed up with lots of sun. Rode about 20 or 25 miles along the Catskill Scenic Trail, after walking around the Blenheim Power Authority wetlands for a while. Nice day, lot of people on the trail but not that congested. I had no problems with the bike, but I really should keep my portable air pump and a spare bike tube, and maybe a hex-key on my bike box for emergency repairs on the trail. Rode until about 3:30, from Blackberry Street east of Stamford to near Humdinger Farm Store outside of Bloomville. Time was tight so I didn’t do that last mile to Bloomville that honestly is kind of boring.

Truck drove fine all weekend, handled the bumpy Burnt Hill Road with no issues, although everything still drives like a 13 1/2 year old jacked up full-size truck that it’s getting a bit rough, rusty and loose throughout. But I drove slow, and actually rode through the mud wallows the night before on my mountain bike so I knew they would be fine. Driving out to parents house on NY 990V down that hill past the Schoharie Reservoir though, I was riding the brakes following a slow-moving camper and noticed that one of the rotators was complaining a bit, making a whop-whop noise. I decided that I must have a suspension issue and drove out to my parents house in a bit of a panic. I had no issues, but it chewed at me all the evening. I was thinking I should take to it mechanic for another inspection of truck’s suspension, but I’m not really that concerned as those brakes have complained on the truck for ten years since I’ve put the lift kit on, as those 35 inch tires take a lot of stopping force and generate a lot of heat. And they are probably muddy as shit from that Burnt Hill Road, it rained a lot the weekend that was. I was thinking a wheel is coming loose on my truck again, though I really think it’s just the rotators are getting a bit worn (again). Or maybe the pads are almost shot. But I’m not sure if it’s really worthwhile to get fixed at this point, as the whop-whop noise is only noticeable on hard braking for a long period of time, and I shoud have just downshifted.

I get into these panic modes in my mind at times, in part because I don’t want to break down in the remote country I spend so much of my time. Plus it was 15 years ago on Memorial Day Weekend when my Ford Ranger had a brake caliper fail at Burnt-Rossman State Forest, so that was even more triggering, as was just being up there. It is silly, half of the times I have problems with my truck it’s stupid shit and ultimately it works out. It might just cost some money if things are broke down, but there is always almost a hotel and a car I could rent in an emergency, I need to learn to go more with the flow. Maybe I should get my truck checked out, but I don’t have much to go on. Some of the unpleasant noises and behavior my truck makes have done it for a decade with no issues. But it doesn’t help my anxiety, probably fed more by the declining levels of THC on my brain from the weekend that was. While I hadn’t smoked since Sunday evening, and I was no means stoned on Memorial Day, the truth is THC is a fat-binding, and still changes the way to think for at least a while after the high burns off. I haven’t smoked since the Adirondacks in April, so it was a good high, but anxiety is never fun.

So I complained about it a bunch when I was at my parents house for Memorial Day Weekend. They want me to dog sit next week while they travel, which is fine, but I don’t want to be dealing with a broke truck in the process. Not that I have any issues, besides me straining to think the sway and generally worn-out suspension on my jacked up truck is just worn but at least somewhat safe. The truck isn’t going to last forever, and as the shop as tells me, it’s a jacked up trucks — it’s been modified and always will be a bit fucked up. It’s still been a lot of fun, and I’ve generally been quite gentile to it, despite the sometimes shit roads I drive, usually at at a reasonable speed. The burgers were good, but I swear half of my problem was I was dehydrated, which certainly can give me confusion and panic in my brain. Plus my blood sugar was a mess, as I skipped lunch yesterday besides a banana , drank no water and rode my bike for 22 miles. That wasn’t good for my health. When I drink lots of water and eat good food, my mental health is so much better.

Today is a better day, though the morning was rough. I need to cut back on caffeine and drink more water. That said, it’s never fun that next day after heavy pot smoking. I like marijuana, just like beer and caffeine, but it can fuck you up. Especially if you’re not controlling your blood sugar and water intake. I really don’t drink enough water, especially with the caffeine habit that keeps me peeing. The advertisers are sure I’m diabetic, but I doubt it since I started eating good, quitting processed food and most meat. Of course in their minds, I’m also a vegan or vegetarian, but I’m hardly that by ideology, I do like that occassional burger or bacon as a treat with bros, but it’s not an everyday occurrence – I never have bacon with eggs, too much saturated fat, but I like frying heritage bacon up with spinach and onions and other vegetables. Hog lard makes everything taste good. Riding the bike to work, was a good reset for my mind.

This evening I am going to car wash after I ride my bike home. It’s a nice mild evening, and I want to confirm in my mind that all is good with Big Red. 🛻 I want to get that accumulated mud off to slow the progress of rust the best I can, and it’s a nice mild evening for washing the truck. I might also go down to the Henry Hudson Park for a while, to enjoy the evening. And then there is a few supplies I need to get at Walmart that I didn’t get before camping, like frozen fruit and vegetables. Otherwise, I would have stopped at Hannaford on the bike ride home, as those Maine Wild Blueberries are amazing, but I do want to wash and test out the truck this evening for sanity reasons. Worse comes to worse, it’s not a long tow to the garage from home, but realistically, I know what happened yesterday with the THC-fueled mind worms. 🪱It’s also a chance to take advantage of the free Sirius XM radio that is on all week in my truck.

Plus I had some good fires this past weekend, burned up those pallets that burnt hot, took care of the burnables from home, cleaned out one of my filing cabinents of old papers that needed to be securely turned into carbon dioxide, such as old tax records from 2008. Almost burned some W2s and tax forms from 2022 and 2023 that accidentally got put in the burn garbage, but I picked them out before I tossed them into the fire. See, there is some advantage to doing your own recycling of paper into carbon dioxide, if you’re careful when feeding the fire. And that grass and beer was good, even if it was cold and raining. And the black flies weren’t bad.