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Sometimes I get a bit concerned about the way my mind follows such seemingly odd trails. I end up in a spot of interest and often forget what led me there in the first place. For today's post I forgot where I started, but the following optical illusion image led me down a winding path to windmills:
Included in the grouping of images was this one:
which as you can see is Don Quixote and Now you get the windmill connection, right?
This being a political blog then you'd think "Tilting at Windmills" which means attacking imaginary enemies, or fighting unwinnable or futile battles (this last being what seems to be what we Dems are doing all the time lately), but you'd be wrong.
Where it led me was to Rocinante which was the name of Don Quixote's horse. Which in turn reminded me of my pal, my first friend on Daily Kos, bamabikeguy. bbguy built and took the most amazing road trips on his Motorized Bicycle that had been named Rocinante (which had you known bbguy, was a long story in and of itself). In a motorized bike forum that he linked me to once (and I printed up the stories, but not the link dangnabit) he told about coming across a windfarm on one of his bike trips. He was amazed at their size and the next day he came across a flatbed semi trailer carring a GE Turbine on the side of the road with another flatbed broken down in the intersection. The weight of the turbine had collapsed the trailer.
After an hour of me not seeing a single soul, here was a beehive of 4 escort cars, 2 state troopers, ten pickups full of farmers and ranchers, and now an idjut on a red bike with a camera and a hundred wind turbine questions. They were looking at my bike while I was up on that trailer, climbing INTO the turbine for closeups.
A short while later bbguy stopped for lunch - he kept to a $10.00 per day budget on his trips, but I'd bet he bought very few meals as he never met a stranger and was never at a loss for a good story to tell - and the owner told him about a Windmill Museum down near the town hall. Once there bbguy encountered a man and his son who was doing a science project on wind power. bbguy promptly told the boy about the brokedown flatbed truck with the turbine and urged him to get out there since they were probably still waiting on the crane to come out and rescue them.
I told the kid if his timing was right, there would be a chance to ride piggyback on that turbine as they lifted it to the substitute trailer, a modern day Pecos Bill riding a tornado, and the father went along with the joke. "It never hurts to ask son, never hurts to ask".
Well bbguy, I hope you're climbing Windmill Trees that we may hope to see ourselves one day:
Have a mind blowing day today mah friends and thanks for reading my ramblings ;D