Mechanical disaster.

The rear motor, the rear wheel, is fried. There is a temperature sensor and it was sending out a false reading, and the motor totally cooked. Due to holidays no replacement can be even be even shipped until Tuesday. All day was spent attempting to repair. With consultation with the factory a last-ditch effort to repair will hopefully take place tomorrow, and then if that doesn't work as it probably will not, there will be an attempt to disable the motor because even though failed there is an interaction between the wiring and the magnets that creates a resistance situation that immobilizes the vehicle which otherwise could run on the second motor.

The plan is to do this by Monday afternoon where Parcels will be waiting at that post office. Lakeview Oregon.

We all die, correct? But not One in a Million Lives.

Protect, reignite Soul log. Hands prayerfully held, she bowed.

It was surprising. My answer was not what she had asked. Sitting in the grocery store parking lot about to pick up a few items. She a paraMedic, or EMT, it turns out.
She approached with the usual sort of pleasantries, didn't I see you back in such and such a town?
Ma'am, where I live is where we are murdering masses of children down on the southern border. I honestly have no idea what towns I've been through.
Instantly her hands were clasped in prayer and she bowed. Many of us are so appreciative of what you were trying to do, she said. Our conversation continued along these lines.
As long as someone tries there is hope, she said.

Ma'am, I'll tell you something I've learned And I told her how at Standing Rock, facing five years in prison if I stayed, which I did, is when I learned the lesson that I did not need hope, because I had lost it all, and still found that I was drawn forward to try and do good for the joy of it.
 She not only received it well but indicated that that was a message that she needed to hear.

Solar RV cycling August 1st. Extremely jealous relationship. With an intermediary sphere, one.thigh up, one thigh down, turning a belt, turning the sphere, that's it. Everything else gets punished.

Never ever could I work for a woman, nor for a man. Only four what my soul told me.

Plans for tomorrow, Susanville, a bike shop, to tune the trailer wheels, pick up a few supplies, and then continue on Ford Washington.

Right to pulse, not right to life, these twisted religious Fanatics are, with barely an exception. Life? They have zero concept of it.

The solar RV cycling log July 30. Huge backlog of unedited post. Major breakthroughs.

For James the torturous last 10 months of arduous low RPM high torque climbing were probably of tremendous value in terms of developing him as a cyclist.
Those arduous undertakings all