OK, so two items.  First, for some time now my bike seems to change gears depending on some cues (perhaps astrological, meteorological, pedological?) I am not aware of.  I click into different gears as needed, and then some time a bit later she decides to change; one gear at a time but frequently not.  This got to a point where I really gave my bike its own personality (thus, the “she” above) since my whims of clicking gears appeared to be incidental.  I discussed this with the family bike expert, my son Devon, who advised that there usually is a screw or something down by the derailluer.  Today, I saw a single nut holding the cable down there.  What I was not aware of was that this was under pressure, so releasing it completely springs everything into a new position.  I am happy to report that after some time, I was able to put it all back together and then left for a bike ride enjoying the same randomness in shifting that makes the experience so much fun. 

Speaking of fun, while zipping along a nice flat stretch flat out with crystal blue sky I caught a sign out of the corner of my eye and had to wheel back to see if it said what I thought it said.  Indeed, it did.  Clearly this was the road to my future retirement villa, so I snapped a shot for posterity.

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