These are some things I learned on the Downeast Sunrise Rail Trail:
1. According to the sign of complex rock/paper/scissors/lizard/Spock-like hierarchy of right-of-way, cross-country skiers trump most other forms of transportation but must yield to dogsledders.
2. Mile markers do not necessarily start with zero at the start of the trail. Apparently there is a Secret Start somewhere else.
3. If you get hooked on finding that really cool (at least in our imagination) store at mile 9ish, which is always just around the next bend, you can forget to do that math and end up biking over 18 miles.
I learned all these things about renting a truck.
You may remember that I learned last year that a U-Haul guaranteed reservation means nothing. Specifically, it means that they guarantee that they won’t raise the rate when you pick up the truck, but it in no way implies that there will be a truck to pick up! It turns out that Budget has the same system. I asked Budget “Then what’s the difference?”. “The price”, Zach the Budget Guy told me. And boy, what a difference!
So I learned:
- Ryder trucks are only local, so it’s just U-Haul and Budget
- Budget rental trucks are roughly half the price of U-Haul, for the same thing!
- You can request features (a third seat, for example), but you won’t know if you get it until the truck arrives at the pickup spot, usually a day before your reservation
- Even if you think you know what you are getting (a newish truck with an input jack for mp3/iPod), there may be a last minute switch to “or not”. Ours was due to a Check Engine light. The next truck was older and had no such gadgetry.
- Bring your own padlock. If you are like us, you have a stack of them. Why buy yet another?
- Bring your own GPS (but you already figured that out)
Steve is the one who drove the whole Eastern Seaboard in 2.5 days – Steve, what did I forget?
I learned, from Marcia, that the proper way to hand over a business card in China is with both hands, as a sign of respect:
Here is more on the topic from Business Card & Travel Etiquette Guide: Exchanging Business Cards in Asia
I learned, in two lessons less than two hours apart, to question my sources and to look again when what I’m hearing makes no sense at all.
In one case it was the GPS telling me that I was 30 minutes away from my destination and then, a mile away, telling me I was 50 minutes away and that I needed to go in the opposite direction than what I thought. It turns out that it thought I was already in the southbound lane of the nearby highway, not in a parking lot nearby, which would have meant (and unfortunately DID mean) driving 10 miles south to the next exit to turn around and go 10 miles north! If I had questioned this, or tried another source (MAP anyone?) I could have saved time, driving, and stress.
Soon after this, I learned that a medical opinion that I heard second-hand, that made less sense than my GPS, was … well… a lie. I really should have questioned it and/or found another source. The truth came out eventually, in a scene somewhere between a sitcom, a bad reality TV show and a drug-induced dream, and all’s well that ends well, but next time I will ask “Really?” and then check another source.
I learned the GPS can come up with an unlikely route that makes you say “Wait, where does this road go? It looks like it ends at the water!” and then the GPS can say:
“In 300 feet turn right. Then board ferry.”
Here is the view from the ferry. Route A1A continued on the other side.
A long time ago, I figured out that this LessonsLearned thing was only going to work if I am willing to share even the stupidest mistakes from which I am learning. So here we go. I have learned to put a reminder on my calendar, even a little tiny one, if I am going to have to change my routine. This time, I was minutes away from making a mistake into a really big mistake.
I have now commuted to Boston hundreds of times. And almost all of them on the bus. So at the end of the day it was a very well-paved synapse path in my brain that led me, via the T, to South Station, then up the escalators and out the center door of Gate 2 to my bus to New Hampshire. This time, as I reached for the door I said “Oh no!” (or words to that effect) as I remembered that my car was in Somerville, and that I should be taking the Red Line to Davis Square to get it, not getting on the bus at all!
It was a complicated scheme that including watching Baby Lillian the previous night, staying with Sally, and commuting in on the Red Line. The rest of the plan was to include taking the Red Line back to Davis and driving home, and eventually that is just what came to pass.
I was, however, haunted all evening by the notion of how close I came to figuring this out five minutes later than I did, on the bus and headed up I93!
Sally thinks I need the new Apple 4S so that I can say to it “remind me to go to Davis when I leave work”. But I think one or two words on my calendar around the 5PM spot (“drive”/”davis”/”get car”) would have done the trick!
I learned some useful things about attending Keene’s famous Pumpkin Festival:
1. Arrive early. The party starts at noon, but things are setting up all morning, so arrive early to get a parking spot – read on…
2. Arrive from the West. Drive right into town. Get as close to Main Street as you can, and plunk down your money to park. There’s no getting around it, so at least get close.
3. If you arrive from the East, friendly and well-meaning volunteers will direct you to a lot 1.5 miles away from Main Street with a shuttle bus and tell you that it’s your only choice. Politely ignore them and drive to a closer lot, maybe one you can walk to. Better yet, pass by town and arrive from the West!