Make the place where YOU work something good….

Oh.

Oh, my!

Look at this place….Specialized Bicycles out in California.

Now, the place I work is pretty cool…..5 routes crammed into a space designed for 3….piles of government stuff….letters….magazines….packages.

Lots of rules….like…don’t let the dogs bite you.

How cool is that?

I sort my mail….get it loaded….and then drive around for hours delivering this mail all around the mountains.

That’s pretty cool.

Right? It’s pretty cool…..right?

But….look at this place!

When purpose and obsession….and excitement….. connects with vocation, that’s a cool thing.

If you were obsessed with bicycles, how much fun could it be to work at a place like this?

Could you bring a little bit of cool into a place like the one where I work?

Could you bring a little cool into a place that really isn’t very cool?

How do you do that?

How do you make a paradigm shift and not get in trouble for doing it?

well….would you look at this?

Crazy times riding around Australia with your family.

“With your family”?

Of course….”with your family”.

I don’t go out for solo golf days.

I don’t even play golf (although all that grass would be nice to run on…)

If I’m out, I’m out with my family.

That’s how we roll.

How about this? Riding around Australia?

Sounds good to me.

What couldn’t be an adventure?

Why not?

chill

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The mail was heavy today after the long holiday weekend….and the delivery was horrific.

Mountains of packages…endless roadways of letters.

Yuck.

White knuckle mailman….all day long.

I realized, though,  that whether I was freaking out or I was playing it cool about the whole ordeal, the delivery was going to go down the same way.

I couldn’t maintain a chilled out composure, of course….I’m much too reactionary for that consistency….but what I brought to the table when I was freaking out didn’t change the outcome.

Freaking out just made it all more unbearable.

Unless….I brought a chilled out attitude that was sustainable….and I drew on it to get through the horrible ordeal.

How do you foster and sustain a chilled out attitude?

That’s something I should work on.

This time passes….and the rock rolls back down the hill and we start over again….but what we carry with us as we labor is going to be our legacy.

Peace in the eye of the storm is a beautiful thing.

Chill, Holmes, chill.

 

mileage

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I have over 250,000 miles on my mail Jeep.

That’s a lot of hard driving.

I was looking at the mileage the other day, and thinking about how it would be good to try and keep the old Jeep going, and I thought that it would be good to stay alive for a while, too.

I’d like to keep pouring on the miles if I can.

Of course, you never know what’s going to happen.

You could throw a rod in your car….something could explode in your body…or maybe you just slow down and stop somewhere out in the world.

That’s not fatalistic or anything….it’s just how things are.

You can’t live with the end in mind.

You live….every day….to make the most of that day (if you’re smart).

Sometimes my days just float by….and I wonder where they’ve gone.

Getting back to the mileage allusion, though, I know that it’s not the accumulation that really counts.

Having a million miles on your odometer really doesn’t mean much if you never went anywhere in all that driving.

Piling on the years doesn’t mean much if you aren’t going somewhere, too.

Irregardless, I’d still like to see my “odometer” roll over a couple of times….at least.

Anyway, you’re always going somewhere….even if you can’t see through the fog.

You’re always spinning through space….even if you’re standing still.

You head towards something….even if you don’t know your destination.

That’s how we roll.

how to can’t

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I changed the drive belts on my daughter’s little Sentra the other day, and before I did the job, I consulted the internet for guidance.

Of course, the things that I read mostly talked about the problems that people were having with a job that, before I read any of these stranger’s mechanical shortcomings, was always something that I considered pretty easy.

It bothered me.

It made me think that maybe this was a couple of steps above my pay grade.

When I got started on the job, I couldn’t see how I was going to figure it all out.

Laying in the cool gravel driveway, I couldn’t find the tensioners on an unfamiliar car.

Suddenly, I started to understand how easy it would be to “can’t”.

I banged my head on the rotor….I scraped my knuckles on the power steering pump….but….

I found both of the tensioner bolts and the job was just like it had been on all the other cars that I’d worked on.

We were quoted a price of 179.00 for replacing the two belts (for the car to pass inspection) ….and I did it for the cost of parts and a little time spent on my back in our driveway.

So…. for about 23.00 in parts, my daughter can pass inspection and get the little car licensed for another school year.

I guess that the easiest information to find is always going to be the most discouraging…..whether you’re watching the evening news or trolling the internet for instruction about fixing a 1996 Nissan Sentra.

You have to watch out for the things that tell you how to can’t.

 

(Easy info about replacing the belts: You have to take off the two plastic dust shields on the passenger side of the car. One’s in the wheel well….take the tire off first…..the other under the car right in front of the one in the wheel well. This will make it easier to reach stuff from underneath the car. Then loosen the nut at the idler pulley. This will free it up to move when you turn the adjuster that’s down by/behind the big pulley on the lower right hand side. The adjuster is to the right and behind that big pulley.  Then, go up top and loosen the nut at the back of the adjuster on the power steering pump. This nut will free up the pump to move when you turn the adjuster. The adjuster nut is to the left of the nut on the back. Screw it counter-clockwise to loosen that pulley..like you did with the other adjuster. This should loosen everything enough to get the old belts off and the new belts on. There’s good information on doing this if you hunt around the internet….the main thing is to get everything routed right and seated correctly on the pulleys….then tightened back down enough that the belts don’t squeal but not so tight that you burn up the bearings in your alternator or power steering or water pumps. The belt should feel kind of tight but you should still be able to push it in a little. Be careful working under the car….a good jack and jack stands are a must…..put the tire under the frame. It’s kind of a pain in the rear….but doable. I guess that’s what I’m saying is….this is doable. It’s just kind of tight….and dark…and dirty.

Don’t let yourself believe that you can’t.)

the ridge

Check this out….Danny Macaskill….riding a mountain bike in Scotland.

This is pretty insane stuff.

I have friends who could probably do this…on a lesser scale, of course….but when I got dragged along into some of the adventures, I always felt like I’d bitten off a lot more than I could chew.

This is impossibly hard stuff to do.

Check out the flip over the barbwire fence towards the end of the video…..pretty nuts.

Here’s how the video was made.

 

fringe

I was thinking today that sometimes it seems like every miraculous thing that’s happened to us happens on the fringes of our lives.

Maybe that’s not true.

Maybe it’s not every thing….but maybe it’s a lot of the fantastic?

Maybe it’s the things that we live in that are hard…or random…or hard to explain….that make up the really good and memorable things that happen to us?

I heard someone say that adventure is what happens when your plans fall apart.

We’ve had some big plans….and we’ve had some adventures, too.

I don’t want to live only for the fringes.

I’m glad for the adventure, though.

rush hour

It’s a jungle out there….and you have to know when to stay off the road.

You could get caught in a traffic jam…..with all the exhaust and noise.

Unless….you’re in a different country and the bulk of the traffic is made up of people pedaling their bicycles.

Rush hour…..in Amsterdam.

What would it be like to live in a community that was so geared towards bicycle usage?

I think that it would be pretty cool.