Tour

A number is bad enough, but a number with a placement point is dizzying and especially beginning with odd numbers. This was spacial geometry. I was always an iconoclast. Put numbers to pictures ? I preferred not. Am I piloting a spaceship with a grid screen ? Many a picture painter disguised their signature so as not to intrude on the ambiance.

Along in here I met a woman where I was camped, who was mind-fantastic. She knew things like how to not-pay for showers, which were coin-operated flame-instant heated water. She knew which of the men's showers were free. Sharp as a tack, but not all that physically appealing to me. I think I knew right then, that all the mind-great women were not going to be that sexually titillating. My thinking there, I could make a play for her, she with people, but then what ? I could not separate her body from her mind. As I am thinking this, I am knowing that it is a mistake.

How I hated math, so much so that I intentionally would miss the school bus and walked - too-late for geometry class. Now that was the dispassion of Abe-Lincoln. I had an 'in-between the handle bars' gage on the scooter, called in English, a velocimeter, now speedometer, but here in metric kilometres. The English I knew. Zero to sixty. Bury the speedometer. Ninety in second MPH, short-for miles-per-hour. Approximation of speed. Plot it out. I was going approximately. I now was looking at a metric approximate. It never made sense to me, and for that whole trip and tour I never knew how fast I was going. How fast are they going ? "How should I know." Faster than me. Did I want to know ? Don't think it mattered - slow for safety sake.

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