Lost Ride – Update

Well, my cardiologist had a new theory about my memory experience which I thought I should pass along.  It seems that one of my heart valves is very constricted and is having a hard time squirting enough blood through the small opening.  This, coupled with a bit of strenuous exercise, may have robbed my brain of its fair share of blood.  When that happened, part of the brain took a nap.  Luckily, it wasn’t the part needed to get home.

I’m sending this update because my last post gave the impression that my memory loss was caused by overheating and over-exertion.  While these two are still considered the precursors of transient amnesia, it seems to be a little more complicated in my case.  I don’t want to leave the impression that my velomobile had much, if anything, to do with the outcome.

Anyway, I’ll need to get something done about my heart very soon, then a long recovery after that, so I won’t be posting anything for quite some time.  I do have another blog going about building a wooden boat and will continue to work on it. If any of you are into that sort of thing, come on over for a visit.  You can start it at the beginning here and use the arrows at the bottom of the posts to go through in chronological order.

Meanwhile, I’ll be following my fellow velonauts with great interest as they blog about their adventures and be content to live vicariously through them for a bit.  Thanks in advance for sharing!

I wish you all a very full and happy summer.

YellowMobile Abduction

YellowMobile has, tragically, been abducted.

Stolen.  Those Bastards!

Ripped from her warm, cozy yuppie utopia in suburban Chicago and whisked away to some dark, scary, far off place.  Plucked in her yellow prime. Smuggled off.  And heartlessly hidden in some deep, dark, and terrifying place.  Of course it could only be…

deep in the frozen bovine bowels of rural Wisconsin.



Never… to be found… again.

Fortunately, I happened to be aboard at the time.



So, if you get this message, please pass it on to the appropriate authorities.  I’d offer some handsome reward for my speedy return but, as it turns out…

I kinda like it here.

First of all, there’s the people.

Yeah, they kind of sound like they may be the living counterparts to the movie Fargo, but they have proven to be the most warm, sincere, honest, wonderful people we could ever hope to meet.  I love them!  Truly!!

Not to mention the fact that I could really stand to loose this terrible Chicaaaaaago accent.  Just ask my daughter.

Then there’s the fact that it’s really different here.  Not just different.  but reeeeeeeeally different.  For instance, to blend in with the locals here, you have to wear camouflage.  Literally!

OK hun, I'm gonna go get the past and I'll meet you in the cheese isle

OK hun, I’m gonna go get the chips and I’ll meet you in the cheese isle

They even sell pink camo…

For the ladies!

For the ladies!

It’s either that or the Green Bay Packer jersey collection….


Yeah, I couldn’t find my size either

And if you’re wearing a polo, you’re definitely from Chicaaaaaaaago!

Then there’s the fact that everybody hunts here.  Everybody.  My wife has a lady work colleague who I’m pretty sure has shot more deer in her life, with her bow, than I’ve even seen in mine.

And I’ve seen a few…

And they fish.  Our wonderful neighbor Carol has fished her whole life here.  She generously offers us tips and advice and even invites us to dine on her amazing almond coated walleye.  Whenever we catch anything, we have to run it over to her place to ask what it is – and if we can eat it!  She’s so gracious that she’ll even bring it into her own kitchen to fillet it right then and there for us.

Of course we won’t find out until later that she never really eats that kind of fish but didn’t have the heart to tell us.

And they ice fish!  In fact there’s a competition here that turns lake Winnebago (a huge lake) into a frozen, floating city of fishing huts, snowmobiles, and Ford F-150 pickup trucks.  OK, I must admit that there’s something about sitting out in freezing temperatures, over a hole, in the ice, holding a fishing pole, that sounds really… unappealing to me.

But that’s just me.

And if that wasn’t enough, they’ve got another competition where you stand over your hole in the ice holding a trident – so you can spear sturgeon.  Yeah, I said trident.


How cool is that?!!

And there’s more…

But my callous captors are calling me to dinner (mmmmm venison!), so I’l have to go for now.  Please pass on my kind regards to the suburban yup-topia for me.

All About Me

Name – Stuart

Occupation – Village Idiot (Retired)

Residence – West Suburbs, Chicago, IL, USA, Earth (Presently)

This is me…

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Squid Head

You may have noticed the slight protrusion on the top of my head – the unfortunate result of a near fatal jet ski accident.  But the vet is expecting a full recovery by the squid, at which time we can amputate and I’ll be released back into the wild.  For now… I tend to wear a lot of hats.

This is my Wife…

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Our kids…

Gregg & Lauren

Gregg & Lauren

our house…

Not really. This is Col. McCormick’s place.

These are my wheels…


It's a Strada from Bluevelo in Toronto, Canada

It’s a Strada from Bluevelo in Toronto, Canada

I started this blog to record my personal experiences as I join the wonderful world of velomobiles.  They are a marvelous form of transportation which offer a new kind of freedom for the auto weary traveler.  All you need are your own two legs and the world is yours.  The same freedom as the bicycle that came before it but free from the constraints of wind, rain, freezing cold, snow, and ice.  Plus enough protected storage space to carry all you need with you.  The only fuel you’ll need is that wonderful, well earned meal at the end of the trip.  Marvelous!

Lamb burgers with chevre cheese, sauteed potatoes, and zucchini