Monday, June 15, 2020

Little Hamaca

My electric bike is in the shop. I conscientiously did my rounds with anti rust spray and a some air for the tires and the next day the damned rear was flat as a pancake. I got the bike used so clearly it was time for new tires and tubes and I dropped it off at Wecycle on Stock Island. They took the order by phone to avoid contact and I left it there to get new rubber. Easy peasy. 
I bought the bike, a Pedego Classic Cruiser for $600 used to deploy as a tool to get around traffic jams at the Cow Key Bridge for this summer of repairs and lane closures on the only road into the city. Instead coronavirus and sensible alternating lane closures are handling the traffic quite well much to my surprise. There are occasional back ups at extra busy times but so far the road work hasn't impacted my driving at all. Bear in mind I commute in at 5:30 am and out at 6:15 pm so I'm not a peak commuter. Nevertheless I may soon sell the electric bike. It's not a bad machine but it does 17 mph which any way you look at it is slow, it's very heavy and though it can easily be pedalled it's not nimble like a proper bike so it's not an incentive for exercise. Besides all that I live in a boring suburb with no scenic incentive to bike in the first place. I'd rather drive a bit and walk with Rusty and my camera. I certainly don't want to drape it over the back of the campervan as one more thing to take care of and worry about.
After dropping off the bike Rusty and camera and I went to spend some time together at Little Hamaca City park. We used to come here a lot when we lived in town right after I got back from my three months in the hospital. It was convenient to let him walk off leash away from traffic so I could focus on controlling my legs. He was very patient as I stumbled around learning to walk again and hung on to the leash to make it look like I had him under control on the streets. 
Here at Little Hamaca he could wander at will if we picked a time when no one was around which normally there aren't. My slippers weren't ideal and bending over to pick up his dog eggs wasn't easy but a successful pick up was a sign that I was getting better. Nowadays everything like that is easy. I feel lucky.
Little Hamaca is divided into two parts, the trails amongst the mangroves and the industrial area where the city stores signs and building materials and all that odd stuff so necessary for the functioning of a modern urban agglomeration. Makes for great pictures some days...
There used to be a paintball field at the end of the road but that got pulled down which seems a shame as nowadays it is but an open field and Rusty for whatever reason isn't interested in walking there.
As the place was turned into a missle launch site to defend Key West against Cuba in 1962, I know it sounds like I've lost my head but it really is true, there are berms built on all sides to protect the missile launches from explosive blasts. My next test is to walk to the top of a berm and see how I do coming down. a gravel slope...Rusty runs up and down like its not there. 
A quiet corner of Key West, social distance, peace and quiet.