Although in anything but a hurry, I’ve spoken with the owner of another Seavivor for sale. This kayak’s in need of a repair and I have not yet seen photos. I was able to get some longerons made for the Pionier I owned a few years back, and successfully dealt with tears on my Pouch solo’s deck closure arrangement.
I was able Monday at lunch to speak with the Seavivor’s owner by telephone. He’d already sent photographs by email. The kayak’s beautiful, but at present I cannot justify spending what the Seavivor’s doubtless worth. Still, it was certainly worthwhile to meet, however briefly and by telephone, another folding kayaker.
Back at my desk, I found myself effortlessly and efficiently going about my work-related tasks – paperwork associated with a long, structured interview conducted during the morning hours. In that work, I experienced a sense of inner peace which came as a surprise when I noticed it. Contentment for the time being and living reasonably, well within my means.
I’m thinking about getting another kayak. This, the holy grail of American made kayaks, a Seavivor Greenland Solo. I’m very interested. The kayak’s long at 17’4″, and reputedly fast. It has no sponsons which, I think, is a bonus in terms of skin fit, weight, handling. The Seavivor’s located a long way off, which is logistically maybe a problem. Also, it’ll be heavy compared to my Folbot Aleut, but I may still be strong enough to manage its weight. Anyhow, I want to go far and go fast on the water.
A few things I’ve learned about myself and folding kayaks are: I like to keep them put-together most of the time; my driveway and yard are lousy environments for storing a folding kayak assembled; I tend to dislike assembling at the put-in even when that makes better logistical and kayak-care sense.
My experience with the RZ96 has informed me that the squirrels in my neighborhood pose a hazard to any stationary thing softer than their teeth. My experience with 450s has informed me, to my shame, that even covered, in the yard moisture will wreck wood parts.
The two kayaks I currently own are safely stored disassembled in their bags. I have room for a third. I DARE the local squirrels to take their teeth to my aluminum canoe, which does stay out in the yard.
…but I rode out there anyway, last Saturday morning.
Fredonia, or Freedonia – I don’t recall which, is a fictional European country that borders on another fictional country, Sylvania, in an old Marx Brothers film. The Marx brothers were, along with Charlie Chaplin, a sort of Alan Alda and/or Jerry Seinfeld of the black and white era of comedic film. Self-important, sometimes funny, very well paid, and so forth.
When it comes to fictional European countries, I prefer Klopstokia every time.
Here are some photos from my Fredonian ride – an easy 21 mile loop from Pixley, in Pot County, Tennessee, where I took my car to get new tires early Saturday morning, through the Fredonian countryside.
Saturday 5 August 2017 was the most beautiful August day I can remember in about 20 years living in Tennessee. Warm but not hot.
I returned to the modern world riding across Interstate 24 and then on in to town, loaded my bike back up on the station wagon’s bike rack and drove home on new tires.
Last Sunday, my son and I skipped church and floated the Barren Fork River through McMinnville in Warren County. We put in at Smooth Rapids (who shuttled us back for about $11.00) and took out at a concrete ramp in the VFW parking lot – a downstream journey of about six miles. Another father and son team paddled with us; the kids threw rocks in the water, talked, went for a swim, shared snacks. After we got back to the outfitters and put the canoe back on the Cross Country, we had a pretty good lunch at the restaurant the outfitter operates overlooking the riverside launch point. Here are some pictures – I’ll add a few more later as I noticed none of those I’ve posted below are particularly good representations of the river as seen while paddling downstream.
We saw at least three guys paddling sit-on-top purpose designed fishing kayaks not too far downstream from Smooth Rapids put in, and tried to keep our noise to a minimum until we got past. Much later on, we saw three or four guys in what looked like an Oregon drift-boat (only with an outboard motor) – they were also fishing.
We saw numerous turtles along our route sunning themselves on logs.
Some rocky cliff faces with undercuts, as above, in many places to our left as we paddled downstream.
A lot of this kind of water grass we saw during the entirety of our trip downstream.
Got out of the canoes here so the kids could swim and throw rocks into the water. It was here that we picked up a number of rocks, and piled them in the boats so the boys could throw them when we continued. Easy fun, and I was happy to note they didn’t throw them at each other.
Here’s where the Collins River meets the Barren Fork River. On the map, the stream’s marked Collins River past this point.
This point is not too far from the VFW parking lot take out.
A couple of days ago, I got the 1974 Raleigh Sprite’s frame and fenders back from the powder coat shop. Also took the seatpost and stem, as well as the oddly small handlebars in for sandblasting and finish coating – not chrome, though, I hate the maintenance chrome requires. I’ll post a picture of those items when I get them back.
The gray I chose is a lot lighter than it looked on the color card and has a bluish cast to it. Yesterday, at lunch, I took the frame and fenders to the body shop around the corner, as it were, from the office to select a color for the fenders by holding color cards against the frame in sunlight and with a small lamp that approximates sunlight. Chose a yellow that’s close to a British racing yellow but is a GM stock color used on semi-articulated tractor rigs. The paint will be a little cheaper than a custom color. Hopefully, the color scheme will work alright. At least those fenders will be visible a long way off.
The fellow who originally sandblasted the frame and fenders ran the rear fender through the box with the reflector in place. After working on its removal at the body shop, I can see why he left it alone. The body shop guys were able to get it removed, but it was more difficult than expected.
Here’re a couple of pictures:
My father-in-law bought this 10 speed bicycle when stationed in Honolulu and occasionally deployed on an aircraft carrier. He said for a while he rode the bike from the family home to the clinic where he served as a dental surgeon. When I got the bike, it’d been stored in one of the small barns at the family farm for about 25 years, the fork and handlebars had been turned and stuck sideways to the frame, the tires dry-rotted and the rear fender dented with the reflector’s plastic broken out.
About three or four years ago, I dsassembled the bike and boxed up its sorry component group – Huret and Sturmy-Archer. There’s a long story about how I farmed out getting the frame, fork, and fenders sandblasted for $25, then could not find the sandblaster, then figured it out and retrieved the parts sans paint but with the headbadge also sandblasted.
Last week, I took frame and fork to a powder-coat shop in the county where I work at lunchtime and picked a slightly darker, battle-ship gray color. Yesterday, I took the fenders to body-shop close to my office and talked about getting them worked on and painted a sort of British Racing Yellow. The bodyshop guy is a midieval history buff, so talking history was a bonus. Today, I plan to pick up the frame and fork to finalize fender color at the bodyshop. Will take and post a couple of pictures.
Here’s a link to someone else’s Raleigh Sprite: https://www.worthpoint.com/worthopedia/1974-raleigh-sprite-bicycle-bike-135554524