Bike Path Adventures

I have two titanium knees that cost half a million dollars. One is seven years old and the other is six. They are the reason I don't ride my bike anymore, because falls happen in bike riding, period. I don't want to bust up these babies. Though a friend told me the other day that I could shoot a bullet at these titanium knees with no damage. Still I don't trust. One bad fall sent me to the ER (See blog post - It Happens to the Best of Us 3/12/13), and I don't want that to happen again. These days I ride my stationery excercise bike in the garage with the door open. That's enough adventure for me. 

But I have these fond memories of the bike path:

I would see all kinds of things on the bike path and in the park where I rode my bike. Twice on the path I saw a man in a motorized easy chair. How did he make that happen? A lot of ingenuity for sure. I wish I had taken a picture. 

The chair was wide, made of black leather or pleather, not sure. Head lights beamed from the front of the arm rests and brake and back up lights flashed from the rear. A flag pole with an American flag flew from the back, too. The guy piloting this thing wore a star spangled scarf on his head and a beard. Awfully friendly, too. I'm sure he wouldn't have minded stopping for a photo op.

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In the park near the Balboa Lake there were lots of people walking their dogs. The dogs mingled happily with the kids and geese and ducks. Many folks had multiple dogs. One family I encountered had what, on first glance, looked like four big white dogs. Tall, thin dogs. When I got closer I realized that one of the dogs was actually a goat. Yep, a goat. They walked their dogs and goat in the park like it was an everyday occurrence. I had to say, "Hey, that's not a dog!", on my way past them. They just chuckled and kept walking. Two kids, three dogs, one goat...doesn't everybody have one?