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preventative maintenance

Manufacturers recommend changing the timing belt at 60,000 miles or 6 years which ever occurs first. Catastrophic engine failure may otherwise result. This is a 10 year original and it appeared serviceable to me but I replaced it anyway. The water pump and belt tensioner too. An online How-To gave cookbook like instructions for this shade tree mechanic and after 11 careful hours, I had it licked.

now reading

In Defense of Food – An Eater’s Manifesto

For those not concerned with Orthorexia, this read is distilled by Michael Pollan to the following: Eat Food. Not too much. Mostly plants.

In 1973 the IMITATION food label rule was TOSSED OUT(!) What to do now? Avoid foods products containing ingredients that are A) Unfamiliar, B) Unpronounceable, C) More than five in number or that include D) High-Fructose Corn Syrup. None of these characteristics, not even the last one, is necessarily harmful in and of itself, but all of them are reliable markers for foods that have been highly processed to the point where they may no longer be what they purport to be. They have crossed over from foods to food products. Market practice: Shop the perimeter of the grocery store. Stay out of the middle.

The book is a continuation of Every Thing You Know (about food) is Wrong. Recall The Omnivore’s Dilemma, by same.

A taste of Rhode Island

In Wichita – an unexpected sight. Bill Koch (local boy) built her for Cup trials in ’92. Jayhawk, was a throw away. I had a chance to see the super secret keel while leaving the downtown on a river run. Unlike a previous jog in the opposite direction, there is nothing else to see here folks. The view, as the river streams to Arkansas, becomes rural like and my 5 mile route was generally flat on asphalt greenbelt.

No harm, Yes foul

Ya missed me by THAT much. Well, not a miss. Cruising passed Baseball Diamond 5 and an errant ball ticked off the bat, made a popping hit on the steel roof of the dugout to next bounce off my backside. A mere slap as it continued its trajectory easily rolling from my lower shoulder. But it could have made a big impression had I been 1/10 second off my pace bruising ping-pong like off of my scalp instead. Conversely, if I’d have picked up the speed, I might have been long gone during the foul ball ricochet. Fate is the Hunter.

BOI

Had some daylight left to sample a portion of the Boise River Greenbelt. Avoid the unofficial Garden City trash trailer side of the river in favor of a picturesque Rocky Mountain Boise route. Paved surface. Elevation 2800 ft.