A conversation with my wife at 3:27 a.m.

April 3, 2007

A conversation with my wife at 3:27 a.m.

We were riding mountain bikes across the West, from Colorado down to Arizona, up to Oregon and back to Colorado. We rode trails as much as we could, but when we had a long stretch of road to travel we put on road tires. Sometime during the trek I had an idea, and the idea grew and grew and the trip faded away before it was complete…. and I awoke.

“Honey, what do you think about mounting the camera on the handlebars?”

No response, Sarah is laying beside me.

I go on,“You would probably need a plate to support it, and then you would need four screws, one supporting each corner. You would have to drill a hole in the handlebars, then you would need another screw that actually fastens on to the camera…”

“Honey stop talking and go to sleep.” Sarah interjects.

“I’m not talking, I’m asking you a question, just answer my question, should I put the camera on the handle bars? You know, so you could take pictures while riding your bike. Of course, I don’t know what would happen if you crashed. I suppose that is a good question…”

“Go to sleep.”

“I was sleeping, now I have to figure this out. It would be nice to have it right on the handlebars so you could just snap pictures as you rode by… but I suppose they would be blurry. You could take a video though. It would be like real life, what you saw as you rode along. What do you think?”

Silence.

“I suppose I could just hold the camera on the handlebars for a little bit and take a video, then I wouldn’t have to figure out how to mount it on there. You’re right, I didn’t think about crashing. I’m still talking out loud, aren’t I. You want me to stop talking and go to sleep don’t you?..... Goodnight”