Almost 60 degrees and sunny
The run of unseasonably warm and sunny weather in Western Washington appears to be coming to an end. It’s going to rain. Which is okay with me, because that’s what it usually does in February.
Getting ready to head out this morning was a revelation—a fleece pullover and fleece-lined jacket was too much clothing. Standing still, anyway; once underway, more than warm enough.
And yet, so many people will say 59°F is too cold for riding. They don’t know what they’re missing.
With the exceptions of Washington and Florida, every state in the continental U.S. experienced January temperatures above (if not way above) normal. In my neck of the woods, there’s usually only a week’s worth of winter, and that’s what we got.
Today, therefore, it was imperative to take advantage of those Fourth Dimensional routes.
All the Haggen stores in Bellingham have drop boxes for library materials, and the one on Meridian is farthest from the foothill villa.
This blue Chinese scooter was not properly parked; there are two scooter-sized spaces next to the cart corral, not too far from the loading zone this one occupied.
Still, it was interesting to see that the owner managed to snag a milk crate that perfectly matched the bike’s sorta-kinda Team Yamaha blue.
Bellingham is a small enough city for the closure of a fast-food restaurant to be reported in the business section of the Herald. The Samish Way Arby’s, below, shut its doors rather suddenly a short while ago, for reasons that were not made clear.
Actually, the reason it closed was abundantly clear—the place was deserted most all the time. The building’s now for sale, so who knows what might emerge in its place? Probably not another Mexican restaurant… there’s one next door in a former Popeye’s, and another one just opened in a building that used to house an IHOP.
If you desire an Arby’s fix (I’ve always liked the jamocha shakes), the one on Meridian is still open, part of a fast-food cluster where the owner of the blue scooter above parks. The rear quarter panel showed a name that looked like “Federal 50.” Most scooters running around the ‘Ham are of indeterminate Asian origin, and they seem quite up to the task of shuffling their student riders around. I understand they get passed on to new owners as people graduate, kinda like mini-fridges did when I was in college.
I still don’t have any kind of Internet connection at home, so I still go to the Sehome Village Starbucks to get online. Bless them, the baristas still don’t call me Norm, even though I know all of them by name.
The guy in the chair has the right idea. I would sit there, but there’s no electrical outlet.
Today was fair-weather rider Nirvana, and just about any kind of 2-wheeler you can think of was out and about.
Lots of 4-wheelers with stowable tops took advantage of the weather as well. If I were going to get one of these, I’d also go for the roadster. The coupe’s roof is so low, sitting in it is like wearing a helmet.
Sunset now occurs after 5:00 pm, though shadows get long and the light gets orange at around 3:00. I finished Walter Isaacson’s Einstein bio in the afternoon, and as I don’t like to hang onto library materials any longer than absolutely necessary (and don’t like to plug the kiosks, which go to bed at 5:00), I stopped by the Library.
Scooter/motorcycle parking would be nice.