The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets. ~Christopher Morley

A bike shop in nearby Parnell has a quote in its window by John F Kennedy concerning cycling. I did an internet search for that quotation and found it, but I thought the above a better start to this post.

Once a year, the Harbour Bridge here in Auckland closes for bike riders. Some go over a hundred kilometres and some much shorter. Yesterday, a group of us opted for only the 15 km route and then added another fifteen for a decent ride and a fine breakfast. Starting on the Auckland side, we met in the viaduct area where so many trendy restaurants look over the yachts. A short ride to Shelly Beach brought us to the queue waiting to start the trek. Finishing in Takapuna, we then continued to Devonport, had breakfast, and then rode the ferry back to the Auckland CBD.

We were on the motorway and bus lanes not usually available to cyclists. All of us could not help but remark that if those were bike paths, not just lanes along side the aggressive drivers of NZ, bikes would fill them each day. Imagine all the cars off the roads. Think of the cleaner air, the fitter bodies, and the diminishing of oil’s extractive industry. Holland has excellent bicycle roadways, some even banked to preserve one’s speed. Cities in the US and around the world have made efforts; Davis CA comes to mind. Yet the car and the motorway continue to reign. Too bad really, because, as JFK noted: nothing compares to the simple pleasure of a bike ride.

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A Weekend Escape

Even in beautiful New Zealand the pace of a big city, or Big Smoke as they call it here, wears thin and wide stretches of uncrowded beaches or lush bush walks call. Last weekend we drove down the coast to the town of Whangamata to enjoy an escape. Opoutere Beach was spectacular with islands dotting the turquoise waters. And Wentworth Falls became a spiritual place as we sat, feeling the city stress flow away in the stream.

 

 

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Sights That Take Your Breath Away

How many times have you come upon a sight that caused you to say, “Oh my God,” out loud, even if you were alone? This was one of those places and the photo does such little justice to it. I took this a few years ago at a state park north of the Kona airport on the Big Island of Hawaii.

Seeing it again today as I rifled through my pictures brought back that memory.

Kona Coast

Kona Coast

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The good, the bad, the utterly insane of US Politics

Here at the bottom of the world, election fever also grips a nation. Naw, just pulling your leg. We do have campaigns under way including one for Prime Minister. The candidates started a month ago and will conclude in November. Really. They have debates and they take swipes at one another, but absent is the dirt digging that makes the States’ campaigns oh so enjoyable. Whereas we have a choice of two (although others are running) who bracket the middle with a limited standard of deviation, the Republican hopefuls seem bent on trying to out crazy the others. Campaigning on ending healthcare for the aged, as is Romney, would capture .0001% of the vote here.  In the States, that is a reasonable proposition. And let’s not even start with Perry. See this clip, that’s all you need.
Cain is on the fall to the bottom of the cliff.  No ambulance will await.


Bachman.  That’s it.  A punch line.
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“So, how is life living in New Zealand?”

Is this a trick question?

My feelings range from the high to the low. I miss the familiarity of California, the closeness of friends who have known me deeply for years, and the nearness of family.

I would kill for a machaca burrito or an avocado delight omelette at my favourite breakfast place. Food is not one of the Kiwi’s virtues despite having vastly superior produce and meats to the US.

I do not miss the pollution, both in the air and in the thinking of people. We have Fox “News” so I can remind myself of that foul mindset. Mistakes are made daily by the ruling set of NZ, but nastiness is very mild compared to the vicious back-biting of US politics.  

All in all, this is a nice place that takes a little getting used to, but I greatly anticipate my Christmas trip to the States to see those I miss. And to eat.

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I hope he travels well now.

Ted at 81

My uncle Ted was one of the good ones and helped me immeasurably to have an inquisitive mind.


For many years, he wrote, books, poems, and songs. As you see in the picture, his pen was never far away.


He loved to travel and perhaps my wanderlust was passed from him.



Ted was the inspiration for a major character in my forthcoming novel. While many of that character’s details diverge from my uncle’s, his spirit is there.

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