Anticrepuscular Rays

One thing about Pensacola sunsets that has blown my mind since we moved here is this optical illusion known as anticrepuscular rays. It’s not an everyday thing, but it’s frequent enough that I’m not surprised when I see it. IMG_2751sq This shot is from Christmas Eve just as the sun is setting. Because of how those rays appear, one might think that this is looking due West, after the sun has actually set. This is not the case, however! This view is to the East, and the point where the rays converge is the exact opposite of where the sun is setting in the West.

Quoting the website “Atmospheric Optics” (atoptics.co.uk): “They appear to converge towards the antisolar point, the point on the sky sphere directly opposite the sun. Like crepuscular rays they are parallel shafts of sunlight from holes in the clouds and their apparently odd directions are a perspective effect. Think of a long straight road, it converges towards the horizon but turn around and it also converges to the opposite horizon.” IMG_2753sq Sometimes I get so focused on the sunset itself that I forget to turn around and see if this effect is in play on that night. Thankfully I did, as this is one of the most amazing displays of anticrepuscular rays I’ve seen yet.

Cycling Jackets: A Learning Experience

It’s only taken me about 3.5 years, but I think I’m learning.

When I really got into cycling (for fun, for commuting, for health), I didn’t have a lot of money to spend. Several years later I still don’t. Now, it’s been obvious to me that despite the amount of money I had to spend to get a couple of good bikes and outfit them, I’m saving money in the long run on gas / wear & tear. I don’t skimp on the equipment I buy to outfit the bikes, because I know that if I buy the best gear now, they’ll last longer and perform better.

So why in the name of all things velo do I attempt to skimp on clothing??

Truth is, “cycling clothing” has always struck me as ridiculous, both in pricing as well as design. I didn’t take up cycling so I could attempt to pack my 45 year old, 230lb frame into skin tight lyrca team kits and spend more on them than on either of my bikes! I wanted to be able to climb on the bike and go, not worry about whether I needed to look like Lance Armstrong to go shopping or to work.

But the realization also hit me that I needed something other than just a hoodie, my jacket of choice for many years. So the hunt for a cheap cycling jacket that could be used in all situations (even off the bike) began.

The Jackets

Four cycling jackets in three and a half years.

 

#1 – Izod XFG Packable Jacket

Almost 4 years ago, this jacket was seen at the local Izod outlet store with a normal pricetag of almost $50. It was on sale for $25, plus a promo was running, knocking it down to $15. “Waterproof” and windproof, it seemed like the perfect answer to my needs as a cyclist here in Pensacola. I sweet talked the salesperson and she sold me a second one (bright orange) so that together I spent $25. How could I go wrong with this, right?

The Problem: While this jacket is mostly waterproof and windproof, it also doesn’t breath even a little bit. It’s like wearing a thick plastic trash bag. On top of that, the back hikes up, exposing your shorts and the end of your shirt. In the end, I may as well have not been wearing a jacket at all, as I wound up as wet from sweat and the encroaching rain. I still wear this jacket occasionally as just a windbreaker, but it generally just takes up space in the closet now.

#2 New Balance 360 Degree Jacket

Waterproof. Windproof. Lined sleeves. Vents in the front and large vent on the back. Reflective strips. Packable. Front-pocket MP3 player slot. 2 zip pockets. It seemed perfect. On top of that, it was $20 down the street, marked down from $90. A dream come true! All my questions answered! It was perfect! We danced and sang together, rode together in the rain, braved the brisk air and everything was great

Until… The Problem: It’s a very loose fit, which I was initially ok with, but that got to be a bit irritating, having everything flapping about willy-nilly. But then, the real problem: As with any piece of clothing, it eventually needs to be washed. Whether it was the washing machine or the jacket, that sucker came unthreaded at the seams, shredding at 2 large spots. This was a month after getting the jacket. And of course, this was bought on the cheap as it was the previous years’ style. There would be no returning the jacket. I did go back to where I bought it and found an XXL (my normal size is an XL) marked further down to $15. Bought it, but this thing wears like a tent (which means it doesn’t get worn at all).

#3 Alpinestars Night Mission Jacket

For almost a year, I’d been without a specific cycling jacket. Always on the lookout, always shocked at the prices, I’ve settled for old hoodies that do a barely decent job as long as it’s not raining. Then, in my quest for cheap, I saw this jacket on The Clymb. Now, I should know better than to try and order clothing online, but the deal was so good ($30, down from $110)… So I did some research on it, looked for information outside of The Clymb’s site, and from what I could tell, it was going to be a winner! Waterproof, windproof, and a hood that could be removed, and apparently 2 vents (under each arm). The only size they had left was XXL, so after some agonizing, I pulled the trigger.

The Problem: Where to start? Hah. Well, to begin, this thing weighs several pounds. It’s crazy heavy. It’s also hot as hell. No reflective strips. There are also no vents in the jacket (apparently only the current version of this jacket has vents, the one I was buying was the previous years’ style). I figured I’d just do the best I could with it, but having gotten it in September when the temps are still in the 80-90 degree range, I couldn’t really test the thing out. Then it got chilly. That’s when I realized this: IMG_2393

I must’ve not only gotten last years’ style, I also got last years’ “slightly irregular” cast-offs. That zipper doesn’t close all the way because the other end has been sewn in wrong and can’t be undone. Furthermore, the top of this jacket is crazy stiff – the zipper top jams into my neck causing extreme discomfort and irritation. And, of course, two months later there are no returns on this jacket. Looking at Alpinestars’ website convinced me not to even bother contacting them. Yet another useless jacket taking up space in the closet.

#4 Louis Garneau Kamloops Jacket

Waterproof. Windproof. Breathable. 2.5 ply nylon ripstop. Large back pocket. High fitting collar. Rear vent flap. Mini-light tab. Reflective tape front and back. Pro-fit. Nevermind that I didn’t understand what several of these things meant, it looked slick. At $47, it was almost $100 less than the MSRP, got good reviews, and I felt that given all the research I did on it before I took the plunge, I thought I’d be ok getting an XXL from Competitive Cyclist’s website, and even if it was just a little too big, that’d be alright.

The Problem: Oh, goodness. Well, this beautiful jacket arrived in the mail and as I pulled it out of the box, I thought, “Damn, son, that’s the noisiest jacket I’ve ever heard… is there cellophane inside this thing?” Alas, there was not. It was then that I understood what Max 2.5 Nylon Ripstop meant. No problem, I thought. It just needs to be broken in, right? So I put the thing on and suddenly understood what pro-fit means: Dudes with broad shoulders and long torsos should probably not buy an XXL, as it will be too small. Yep. The fabric jams right into my armpits, and extends just barely an inch below my stomach. And the noise it makes while it’s on? I mean, I’m deaf and it’s loud enough to be annoying to me. None of this is the company’s fault, however: it’s my own.

What I’ve Learned: 

Having now spent almost $200 on these four jackets, I’ve come to the following conclusions:

  • I’ve always had difficulty buying shirts due to a very long torso – at 6′ tall, I have a 29-30″ inseam – most of my size is up top. This will also cause problems with cycling clothing as well.
  • Ordering online from closeout / clearance websites or from clearance bins on normal websites is probably not a good idea, as the ability to return this stuff is near non-existent.
  • A corollary to the previous two points is that I cannot try these items on, and now know from experience that it’s difficult to measure for dimensions when different styles have different fits (even within the same company).
  • I didn’t / don’t understand some of the terms that come with these jackets, and even after researching them, I really needed to have seen it rather than just read about it. Cycling obviously has many categories, from recreational to professional to commuting to sport. Some of the “fits” are not going to apply to me, either because of my “category” or because of the long torso / less-than-muscular physique.
  • Cycling jackets are insanely expensive. Deal with it. I need to buy a jacket I can actually try on first, and have the expectation that I’m going to be spending an insane amount of money (for me) but with a jacket that will actually fit and do what I want it to do.
  • For $200, I could have gotten a good, appropriate jacket (or two) by now. (This, of course, also has to be tempered with the understanding that I don’t have $200 lying around and we use credit cards for emergencies only, not so we can keep up with the neighbors).

Now: I still need a jacket! The hunt continues…

Scenes that remind me I’m watching a movie…

Tonight, while watching the movie Argo, a scene from my past caused me to suspend time for about five seconds, think hard, and have a mental dispute with the filmmakers.

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When they drop the needle onto the record, it looked like they dropped it on track four of five. When the song started and John Bonham’s familiar boom, tap, boom boom-boom, tap intro to When The Levee Breaks kicks in, I thought, “Wait. Waitwaitwait… that ain’t right. That’s the last song on side two.” Lise saw the look on my face as I backed up the film and watched it again. As I explained to her what was going on, she said, “Get out. You remember that? I don’t believe it.” “Oh, REALLY?!?” I replied, having already decided I needed to hit the garage and dig through my LP’s and find the proof.

I thought hard as I found the album, wondering how they could’ve made such a simple but fundamental mistake.

And naturally, they didn’t. As I looked lovingly at the LP cover and slid the album out, I realized: This sucker only has eight tracks on it.

And two things struck me:
First, I’m old. The fundamental mistake was mine.
Second, I am become my father.

Except he probably wouldn’t have forgotten that there are only four tracks on each side of Led Zep IV.

Still waiting for Hurricane Isaac

In the week+ since we were warned that a tropical storm was brewing down south and looked to be heading towards Pensacola, we’re still waiting for the effects. Heck, we’re still waiting for just about anything from this system that doesn’t look like any other day on the Gulf Coast / Florida Panhandle.

On Sunday night our school district cancelled classes for Monday and Tuesday. I hopped on the bike that night and went around taking pictures of the clear skies and beautiful sunset down by the water.

Monday night, Lise and I went out and took more pictures – what a contrast! The clouds and strong winds are about the only thing that tell you that there’s a hurricane out there, but the difference between the top and bottom picture, taken almost exactly 24 hours apart, is striking!

Still waiting, Hurricane Isaac!

Regarding the Chick-Fil-A Gay Marriage “Controversy”

I wonder if part of the extreme reaction to (CFA president) Dan Cathy’s words aren’t necessarily from what we already knew (that he is Christian, that he opposes same-sex marriage, that he runs his company by Biblical principals), but from the words he chose, that people advocating for same-sex marriage are “inviting God’s judgment on our nation.”

“As it relates to society in general I think we’re inviting God’s judgment on our nation when we shake out fist at him and say, ‘We know better than you as to what constitutes a marriage,’” Cathy said. “And I pray God’s mercy on our generation that has such a prideful, arrogant attitude to think that we have the audacity to try to redefine what marriage is about.” *

It smacks of Pat Robertson and others who place the blame for things unrelated at the feet of a this or that group of people. It also smacks of folk who continue to insist that America is / was a Christian nation, and that somehow our state / federal laws are all derived purely from the Bible or that Christian standpoint.

Does that make sense? I’m not saying that this is exactly what was intended, or that this is what people are reacting to, but this is what I take from the articles I’ve read in a couple newspapers since last night (I’ve been completely out of the loop on this). Nothing else about the situation surprised me except the extreme nature of Cathy’s comments regarding God’s judgement against America because gay people want the right to be legally married.

It seems that there would be a more graceful way of saying: I (and by proxy, my company) oppose the right for gays to be legally married.

But even as I type that, irony washes over me as I begin to wonder, “Which company will be FIRST to come out and say, ‘We completely support gay marriage! Come, eat our chicken sandwiches instead!!’”

McD’s is my bet.

*(I took Cathy’s quote from this article in the Washington Post:  http://goo.gl/3LC0A)

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(an aside): The question of marriage in America in regards to this issue seems to come down to whether we’re a religious (Christian) nation or not. If we are, then by golly, we shouldn’t let gay couples marry. But if we’re gonna champion equal rights for all (and most other areas that are controlled by the government are, at least in theory, set up this way), then gays should be allowed to marry.

Are we a Christian nation? No.  Therefore, gays being allowed to marry in America should not come down to a question of religion.

 

Stormy Skies: A Study in Contrasts

It’s difficult to explain the enormity of some of these storms that pass through Pensacola and the speed at which they develop. A panoramic might be the only way to show it, and even that won’t show it correctly. This sucker is moving over the top of us right now. I saw it in the distance, jumped on the bike, went to the closest decent vantage point near the house (2 miles away) and shot a few.

Being a Yankee from Ohio, I’m used to slow developing storms that, when they hit, they envelop the entire area and take all damn day to move through (if not longer).

Here in semi-tropical Pensacola, scenes like the picture above are commonplace. One section the sky is blue, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, etc. etc. and a half mile away, foreboding storm of death, doom, and destruction.

Ain’t complaining. Personally, thunderstorms are my favorite things to sit on the front porch and watch.

Haiku for the rain

Rainy day bike haiku

Haiku comes easy for me. I use the process of writing haiku to settle my mind, get focused, or just to have fun.

Today, I needed to run a quick errand. The thunder was already rumbling from a distance as the sky turned black. Rain was visible a few miles away and I thought I might be able to reach my destination in time and get back before the heavens let loose with another deluge. I was half right. I made it, but soon as I turned around to bike back… The Storm. And these weren’t any little pissant raindrops, either – they were full-fledged, fat, heavy raindrops that don’t waste any time soaking you.

The thunder was closer. The rain had come. The sun-blistered roads were steaming from the coolness of the rain. A slight, cool breeze blew.

Haiku. I biked home.
And the poem wrote itself.
“A picture,” I thought.

I ran inside, grabbed the camera and tripod. I set the timer to wait 20 seconds, then take three shots in succession. Boom, boom, boom.

The rain didn’t care.
The road became a river.
Did I smile? Oh, yes.

Movies That Stamped Me

I’ve had several conversations recently with folks about Top Five or Top Ten movies of all time / movies that made an impression / movies that changed our lives (for better or worse). I realized that I’d not put a definitive list together of OMG All-Time Favorite Movies.

Now, having had some time to think about it, this list is not exhaustive or definitive, but it does contain movies that have left their mark on me in one way or another.

Top Twenty Favorite Movies (in no specific order):

  1. Amélie
  2. Dead Poet’s Society
  3. Terminator 2
  4. The Producers (1969)
  5. Big Fish
  6. 12 Monkeys
  7. Hot Fuzz
  8. The Last Waltz
  9. Cinema Paradiso
  10. Stranger Than Fiction
  11. Being John Malkovich
  12. Monty Python and the Holy Grail
  13. The Game
  14. The Fisher King
  15. A.I. (Artificial Intelligence)
  16. Kill Bill Vol. I & II
  17. Eyes Wide Shut
  18. Star Wars trilogy
  19. Pink Floyd’s The Wall
  20. Young Frankenstein