April 29, Silver City, New Mexico The bike races are on, and from the front desk at the museum you can see them fly by, downhill. As the day goes on, the level of racing expertise will rise, so the speed will increase. Pretty exciting, even for those not on bikes. The bicyclists are lucky this year, at least with regards to the weather. It is glorious, with temperatures that seem perfect for outdoor exercise.
Hopefully we have seen the last of the painful injuries. Today the presence of the bicyclist is really felt, because the course is taking them up and down the hills and main streets of town. Watching them race around the corners very close together gives rise to motherly fears.
The worst accident I had biking was a cracked rib and I did not have racing as an excuse. April 28, Silver City, New Mexico Busy busy at the museum this morning, partly because of the bike races. I was feeling rather philosophical this morning, ruminating that a person might as well be conscious of their own interests, because if not, our unconscious will be!
And since I do believe in some form of collective unconscious I say that in the singular. Does that make me superstitious? Well, okay. I am superstitious in much more blatant ways than that. One of our visitors this morning told me something interesting about the races. He said the course is well laid out, because there are no curves on the downhill parts of the race. This makes it much safer for the contestants.
How smart! My job here at the museum is to tell folks about the house and the museum layout and exhibits, but I pick up a lot of interesting information as well. Now another guest just told me that the course yesterday was hilly and curved and there was a major pileup that involved eighty riders.
