Ev decided that he couldn't live without one of those controllers for his PS3 that actually allows you to experience the feel of the road as you wind your way through one of the many courses on his motorcycle. He dusted off his gift certificate from Uncle Wally and family and asked my advice as he browsed the many options available on the Amazon site. I was happy to help and even happier to take the wheel since I don't want him getting too cozy with online vendors. This is especially true when and where we are registered users. He is way too cozy with the Apple crowd and has had an iTunes account for many years which he uses with some regularity. He may be moving too fast for us to ever catch up with now. Just last week we received a Netflix movie in the mail that was not only not ever in the queue but it was one that Nan would never have ordered. Ev took it upon himself to select the movie from Netflix online, movie it to the top of the queue, and not say much of anything to anybody. Not sure what he was thinking since Nan gets the mail every day but it may signal his desperation to see the movie. The movie, by the way, was "Jackass". In case you haven't heard of it, it features tightrope walking over live alligators, making snow cones out of urine, and other strange, painful, and humiliating stunts. Teenagers.

I decided yesterday that I had to drive the route which I take every day on my bike. Not because I felt the need to take in the scenery one more time but because I thought it might be nice to know how far I actually ride. If I multiply that number by 7, I get a weekly total. Since all things are cumulative, the bigger the number, the better. We're talking about my health here, folks. You know what they say about the importance of moving your body. When you get older, it is even more important if not critical. So, I was feeling a little bored mid afternoon and I took the ride. Turns out that it is a 10 mile route from beginning to end. That is a whopping 70 miles a week. Who knew. I used to think that my body needed a rest so I rode every other day. It quickly turned into every day and that was never a bad thing. Now, I don't mind things that might have otherwise bothered me at first. I'm talking about things like rain, wind, etc. Fact of the matter is I am never alone and the faces are often the same when the going gets tough. The route is a popular one and tracks nicely along the ocean. It ends in one direction at a farm in Hampton, NH, which is the birthplace of two past Kentucky Derby winners. Not sure what I'll do now that the weather is turning colder. I'll brave it as long as I can and then wait for Spring to return before hitting the road again. Between now and then, who knows.