30 Days of Biking

I signed up on the free registration page to commit to riding every day in April.  It’s my 5th go at this fun pledge.   In the past, snow, rain, and cold all conspired to make riding a challenge.  I have never done all thirty days,  but… because of committing myself, I rode on days that normally I would have brushed off.  In the snow. The Boston Marathon Midnight Ride. Mellow Johnny’s in Austin TX.  Riding with whales in New Bedford, MA.

I will begin this quest and have a blast riding my bike.   Try it. You’ll like it.

30 Days of Biking from Maria Bartholdi on Vimeo.

 

A Long Time Ago I Boarded A Plane In Detroit.

**** I added the full story without the link to accommodate my overseas friends who cannot access the link.

I would also suggest a service called InvinciBull.  With that I can change servers to bypass Geo blockers.  I used to use Annonymizer until it merged with Invincibull.  It’s one of the best things I did to protect my pc and phones.  If you have an app that tells you who visits your site, this post will say Los Angeles, or Chicago, New York, DC, Slovenia, Netherlands, Moldova, or UK in London or Manchester, to name a few.

A few short days after the Swiss Air flight 111 had an electrical fire and crashed into the Atlantic near Halifax, Nova Scotia, in September of 1998, I boarded a flight in Detroit bound for Providence, R.I.  I was talking to a reporter at the local newspaper about my experience and he asked me to write about it. Maybe I could get it printed.  Not only did the paper print my article. They gave me front page.  The local radio stations also picked up the story with their title, “All news is local news”.  Below is my story.


 

John Sullivan, the 47-year-old Bishop Stang High School boys soccer coach, had finally shaken his fear of flying when he and his wife, Susanne, booked round-trip tickets to visit their son Todd last St. Patrick’s Day.

During a stop-over in Detroit, their flight was delayed two hours due to mechanical problems. Two weeks earlier, Detroit had been rated as the worst overall airport in the country, with an unusually high amount of broken-down planes.

After their five-day visit, Mr. Sullivan and his wife hopped aboard a second-leg flight in Detroit bound for Providence.

John Sullivan had a strong urge to tell his son where “our wills were kept” while loading his luggage into Todd’s car on the day of his departure.

But he brushed it off.

He was just glad to be on his way home.

“I was just beginning to doze at the window seat in Row 21 when a loud BANG! startled me awake. The plane was dark. There was not a sound on the plane. No panic, no screaming, no talking, but, most of all, no engine noise.

At the time, the plane was ascending. Then it began to noticeably lose altitude. I cursed to myself very quietly, so as for others not to hear.

“I took hold of my wife’s hand, and she took hold of a college-bound Japanese woman sitting in the aisle seat. Nothing needed to be said between my wife and I. We have been together for (more than 16 years) and can easily read each other’s body language. If things got worse, I’m sure we would have spoken of our love, but neither one of us was ready to accept our fate just yet. Nothing violent was happening to the plane … but we were all waiting.

“I can tell you that the adrenaline kicks in very quickly and very hard. It is difficult to just sit while your body and mind are screaming at you to do something. All of your senses become razor-sharp, but the feeling gradually fades and a sense of helplessness sets in.

“I found myself thinking of people sitting in airplanes that had crashed and wondered what they were thinking during the last moments. Many of them must have had the same thoughts I was now having.”

Is this going to be painful, or will it be quick? If I survive, will I help people; or will I fight and claw and push everyone out of the way in order to escape? What about my wife? I have to get her out first.

We’ll soon see.

“I began looking out the window for water — a pond, a lake, a swamp, anything that might cushion our crash.”

Buildings, buildings everywhere. There has to be water around here somewhere. Isn’t one of the Great Lakes close by? But the lakes are huge. Suppose we crash too far out and no one can get to us in time?

″‘JESUS, HELP US!’ I heard from somewhere behind.’”

Someone tell her to shut up. She’s going to cause a panic.

″‘JESUS, TELL US IT IS NOT OUR TIME! PLEASE TELL US IT IS NOT OUR TIME! IT CAN’T BE OUR TIME!’”

We’re all praying, lady. Shut up and let us make our own peace.

Why doesn’t the captain say something to us?

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. I guess you all know by now we have a minor problem. We have lost an engine. It is very rare, but it happens occasionally. Fortunately, we have two. We are approaching Detroit and will be on the ground in about 15 minutes. A plane will be waiting for you at Gate 11 and we will get you to Providence with as little a delay as possible.”

I want to believe him, but I just don’t know. Is he for real, or just trying to keep us calm?

“Quiet again. More than quiet. Deafening silence. Still, no sound of an engine. But the captain said one was working, and we are still flying.

“Deep breath in … haaaam, breathe out …. saaaaa. Haaaam …. saaaaa. Thank you, Dr. Simmons.

“Now, the flight attendants appear. Everyone listening, straining to listen. No one is talking or reading. Everyone has a little card in their hands with a picture of the plane and emergency information. Everyone is giving their undivided attention.

“An attendant approaches a man four rows ahead of us sitting at the emergency exit. ‘Sir,’ she says, ‘are you able to operate the door if necessary?’

“No response. ‘Sir? Sir?’

“The man is looking straight ahead. Frozen. Another passenger across the aisle, who was a member of the New York Jets, changes places with the man, who almost has to be carried from his seat. A strong smell of feces begins to fill the cabin. No one comments or snickers. Everyone understands. All formality is dissipating from the attendants. They look worried. But very professional. We’re going to be all right … maybe. We are still flying but have a way to go.

“Suddenly, the glorious whine of an engine. We are on the final approach. Flaps down.

“We are going to be all right … maybe.
“Close to landing. Runway is beneath us. Flashing lights on both sides. Yellow lights, red lights, blue lights. Fire engines everywhere with silver-suited passengers.

“We are going to be all right … maybe.

“Hold your breath. Touchdown. Don’t breathe yet. Grab the seat. Tighter. Hold on, don’t breathe …

″… We’re all right.

“Brakes on, slowing down rapidly, almost stopped. BIG EXHALE. Now cheer and clap. This is not your usual ‘I’ve had a tough flight’ cheer. It’s more like a, ‘You have just won the $500 million Powerball’ cheer.

YES. YES.

“I thought our time had come.”
“The total elapsed time from engine failure to touchdown was about 25 minutes. The atmosphere on board was very surreal, as most of us had resigned ourselves to our fate. We were calm, worried and unhappy, but ready.

“I’m sure many of the Swissair passengers had the same feelings. Some may have panicked, but I think many were in that same surreal state of mind.

“Bless them all, and may they rest in peace.”

Providence Bike Jam Helping the Community

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I am a member of the Providence Bike Jam community.  Followers here have seen many videos of our rides.  Today PBJ posted the following on their Facebook Page.

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COVID-19 PVD Area Mutual Aid and Community Assistance is a Facebook group to help centralize and consolidate resources for people who are in need in the region surrounding Providence, RI. It is up to each of us to assist those in our communities who are vulnerable and those who need help. We cannot rely alone on government resources which may or may not be available to all people. We protect us.

Much of the aid, food, medicine etc. will be done by bicycle.  It is an honor to be part of this group, even though I am not within the range of the services they are providing.  I have been isolated for two weeks and will probably stay so for at least two more months. Luckily I have a bike path down the street.  I can bike pretty much anywhere and also it’s a great place to walk with my dogs.


Personally.

Thanks also to the local Stop & Shop stores that have instituted “Senior Shopping” hours.  We are able to shop, with a limited impact of large crowds, from 6-7:30 AM every day.  When I bike there, I will be sure to check the size of the crowds before entering the store.  If it’s a madhouse, I’ll shop another time.

We have also stopped going to movies, restaurants, the gym and pretty much every other place where there could be crowds.  The silver lining is that we will be spending much less money.  I am also considering downgrading my Comcast to basic TV and  adding streaming services.  I tried Sling two years ago and it looks to be a good service.  As long as I can get as much soccer coverage FS1, FS2 and NBCSN, and Boston Sports (for the Revolution),  when the smoke covering the earth clears, I’ll be happy.  I need to get something for my wife to keep the peace.

30 Days of Biking starts soon, and I plan to ride as many days in April as possible. I have signed on the past four years and had a good time riding with a purpose.  Trivial as the purpose suggests.

 

During the lock down, I will spend lots of time cleaning up my bike videos. At the top of my blog I will have a page dedicated to documenting the videos by date and tags. I did start that a few weeks ago after getting some professional advise. They will all be short enough so visitors, instead of getting bored, may want to see more.  We’ll see how that goes.

 

Till then

Healthy Day

 

 

New Bedford Half Marathon

The New Bedford half marathon that was scheduled to run today, was cancelled.  I usually walk a four mile loop stapling no parking signs two days before the event. I have always enjoyed the task which, depending on the weather can be difficult.  This was the second time the race was canceled in it’s 43 years.

Many people I’m sure, ran the 13.4 mile loop in the city.  Others opted for a more casual route through my hometown across the river.  From the starting line, the participants could do a short run to the waterfront, cross the bridge into Fairhaven and access the Phoenix Bike Path.  It has been extended into Mattapoisett which makes it a 14 mile loop.  Close enough for those who trained so hard for the race.

I came across many of the runners during my daily walk with the dogs on the path. None had “racing faces” and all were having what looked like a joyful run

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