Traveling through the desert, one only has to look out your window to find items clobbered and freed by high winds and storms. I found a speed limit sign with not one… But two creases and a cut in it in my father’s reclaimed pile. Ironically, it measured 15mph. A thousand miles away, I regularly bike 15mph. The wind that stole the aluminum off this post was much closer to 60 mph, or the sign was in a flash flood area. Whole railroad ties and telephone poles, and abandoned cabins are victims of flash floods in the mojave desert.
This lonely piece of metal fpund new purpose by becoming the bracket to guide my parents fence gate wheel. I earnestly hope this is the last time I have to fix it.
I think I measured it three times and cut twice
This thickness of aluminum is still quite brittle, and I had to deal with a tear. I folded part of the tear into a corner. I don’t actually know how long it might last, but if Im lucky, I won’t have to fix it for at least five years.
I have four bikes to pack and a “four bike” hitch rack. Guaranteed success, no? Not since there became three adult sized bikes. The trick is to remove the front wheels and the pedals.
There were two families of ducks goofing around in this little meadow pond. Beyond the pond were many spring flats with lots of rusty soil, slightly sulfurous, and lots of skunk weed.