[O.C.T.O.B.E.R. VII-19] Swallow My Pride

I will swallow my pride,

I will abort my ride,

Though it may leave me somewhat empty inside,

I will swallow my doubt,

turn it inside out,

find nothing but faith in nothing!

(OK, apologies to Eve 3. You knew the apologies had to come.)

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The picture is an old one from last summer, but I still wish to use it once again. It’s part of the story from yesterday and today. If you recall from M.A.P.L.E. V, I had a post entitled “Manifold.” This is yet another good thing to talk about.


Yesterday, my summer research student met with me at 09:00 instead of 14:00. I was due (or maybe overdue!) for an oil change, so I headed to Racine with a car, and also with my folding bike in the trunk.

I had planned, during the oil change, to go eat lunch at a nearby Chick-Fil-A, just for the heck of it. Indeed, I got a spicy chicken sandwich (no cheese of course) and waffle fries for free (plus $7.20 for shipping and handling :p [and I probably shouldn’t use that quote since I don’t actually know where it comes from!]).

But just before I got in line, Wally World called me and said that one of my tires had damage on the side wall. This resulted in a three-ring circus between myself, Walmart Auto, and my Dad for advice on the situation.


Evidently the damage was such that the tire was unsafe to drive on, but they didn’t have the identical tire or a superior brand in store. They said that they could get it today, and therefore I took advantage of being bimodal! Since I was already riding my bike anyway, I just rode it the 9 miles back to my apartment without any problem.

Then, today I returned to Walmart on the same two wheels after meetings and lunch, and the car repair was completed.

It really makes me happy that ever since I have started riding my bike, I’ve always been in a situation where I have at least two viable alternatives (excluding cabs) to any failed mode of transportation. If my car isn’t working, I can ride my bike, walk, or take public transit depending on where I am.

If my folding bike is out of service, I can ride my road bike or vice-versa in good conditions. (Of course, I am now wary about riding my road bike if my folding bike is out of service, due to the Rule of Three. Number One was The November Crash, and Number Two was the March Larceny. Though I know that those were merely coincidences.)

And when it’s too icy to ride my bike, I’ve got four wheels or two feet!


MathFest: 7 days

Nebraska Regional: 18 days

Semester Kickoff: 49 days

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[O.C.T.O.B.E.R. IV-20] Still 2.39

Several of my blog posts recently have been inspired by my bike rides, and today’s is no exception. Interestingly, though, 2.39 is quite the antithesis of taking a bike ride.

This is because 2.39 was the price of regular unleaded gas at the Kwik Trip gas station right off of Stout’s campus today. Thus, I wanted to briefly talk about my relationship with gas prices.

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Short four letter words often have multiple meanings. One example is “trip.” We could be talking Trip and Trap as in Robin Hood Daffy…

Or, related, the “Oops, I tripped!” while doing field work in 2007. (This photo may have been from the same day…)

Sedge Pond, near Lake McConaughy, in the summer of 2007.

Sedge Pond, near Lake McConaughy, in the summer of 2007.

Let’s instead consider the Trip in travel.

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