Lana is partially used to it by now: we're walking down the street, talking, and she turns to say something, and there's no David. He's back at the beginning of the block staring at an unusual deraileur, frame, crank, or logo on a bicycle. In Japan, she had to explain to a tour guide that David was taking a picture of a bike. "Why?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. David's gotten odd looks for taking pictures of a lot of obscure things, but taking pictures of bikes generally get the most confused glances from passersby. It's also one of the few things that David's never caught another photographer surreptitiously sizing up for a me-too photo. If you're in the "Why?" camp, this may not be the post for you. However, if you know anything about Japan or bikes, David has some burning questions about some of the peculiarities he observed in Japanese bikes.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Sunday, October 2, 2016
We drove from Fujiyoshida to Matsumoto, arriving in the late morning. We picked up picnic lunch ingredients, and drove out for a half-day trip to Takayama, which was just 2 hours by car (5 by train, for comparison) through some fantastic twisty mountain roads. It was a fun drive for David--there were sections of road that were eerily familiar, having been recreated in a racing game he enjoys. It's weird to drive a section of road that your brain is convinced it knows when you've never been there in person before.