The new Heart of Africa region (43 Acres) is open at the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium.
I have mixed feelings about zoos but know that they do important animal conservation work and support programs around the world that assist in this effort. The weather was cool for a July day so we kept taking our jackets and sweaters on and off.
I can tell you that the grandkids LOVE going to the zoo to see the animals.
There is always something interesting to learn and experience. A first for the kids was the camel ride.
Six camels are rotated to give the rides.
Aunt Lala was remembering a lengthy camel ride she had in Egypt that she didn’t really enjoy but everyone had fun on Monday.
Yes, it was a bumpy ride.
A mixture of the farm in Ohio and the beach in St. George Island Florida
Sunrise dogwalk at St. George Island Florida. I don’t know these people but I liked their silhouettes and reflections in the tidal pool.
Kim, Anna, Laura and James laughing with Penny.
Michael and Henry in summer rain. It almost looks as if Michael is riding Henry.
Learning the art of s’more making
Jumping by the corn. Maddie, Laura and Anna.
Mark and Jack and Michael walking into the corn for the experience of it.
Summer by the ocean.
More than a decade ago I saw a show narrated by Rick Sebak on PBS about Oram’s Bakery in Beaver Falls, PA. Beaver Falls is about 35 miles Northwest of the city and is on the Beaver River. ( I just looked it up and the show was out in 1999)
Their cinnamon rolls are their most popular donut, and they appeared to be the size of dinner plates. Well, at least a luncheon plate. I am sure each one weighs a half a pound.
I’d always intended to go check them out.
Today I did.
They barely fit in the bakery box.
I bought a seventh cinnamon roll for me to eat for lunch and Josh put it in a white paper bakery bag for me.
Here is Josh graciously posing for me with the box of the donuts. Thank you Josh.
I was going to take the box to Ohio but the car was so hot that when I was at the Beaver Falls Post Office I saw a woman waiting in a car, so I asked her if she liked Oram’s donuts and she said yes so I went to the car and gave her the box. She was most appreciative.
Nicole is constructing boxes to hold donut orders.
Josh and his brother built this LEGO® donut bakery. They sent a design to a company online and they sent the design kit to build, software is involved. It’s on display in the bakery and I found it fascinating.
A lot of details. This is the front of the bakery.
Love the LEGO® donuts
Oh yes, I mentioned that Beaver Falls is Football Hall of Famer Joe Namath‘s hometown so I found the plaque to him by the library(the library is closed on Friday’s :-( ) I drove by the Beaver Falls Senior High School but it is a modern one now and so I figured the old one must be the Middle School next door.
My friend Gail and her parents took me to see the JETS play in the late sixties and you know who the quarterback was in that game!
My son Matthew writes from Zagreb, Croatia………………
Vedrana and I spent the day touring her hometown of Rijeka, snapping shot after shot, trying to come up with something worthy of a guest post on mom’s blog.
We raced up to the Fortress of Trsat to catch the “golden hour” and found these fabulous dragons, eager to pose for us.
I took ten pictures, trying to get just the right one and this was the best I could do.
Vedrana took just one:
When I saw the stunning photograph she had created I threw up my hands, recognizing that my novice attempts had been outclassed in every way.
Clearly, the photographer’s eye does not run in the family.
In one, last, desperate attempt to capture something beautiful, I took this one-
And finally I was satisfied with the results.
Saturday July 19, 2014
The whole day was filled with love, love, love. There was mist, then drizzle, but no downpour. A little thunder and at the end of the evening we heard the Pittsburgh Pirates fireworks, boom boom boom.
Jessica and Matthew worked hard on every detail but the weather was out of their control.
Everyone was a good sport and carried umbrellas, one maid of honor wore her boots! I covered the camera with plastic grocery bags. And then it stopped.
It was long awaited for and very happy day.
You can see the mutual admiration, love and affection for one another in these photographs. The wedding and reception were held at The National Aviary on the North Side of Pittsburgh
Congratulations and all the best to Jessica and Matthew. It was a lovely wedding to capture.
Enjoy your European honeymoon adventure.
In front of the mantle in the Music Room
With Disco Pete the Penguin after the ceremony
Wedding Party on the bridge in the park on the North Side
Matthew holds Jessica’s dress
A kiss under the veil
A little rain doesn’t matter
James Bond and his Bride
The Sweetheart Table
The sisters’ toast
Oakmont Bakery made the cake and cupcakes
A sweet kiss after the cake cutting with a taste of frosting!
Throwing the bouquet
The garter toss
(and the embroidery hoop filled with lace, dangling from the ceiling of the tent- remember the bride is an art teacher)
and the Best Man Ty and His wife Jean, parents of darling flower girl, too (hope it is spelled correctly) help out at the end of the night
After sipping coffee in Squirrel Hill with a friend, catching up on the last few months of our lives, I headed home via Schenley Park. NOT!
Everything was blocked off with white sawhorses. I found a parking spot and strolled around, chatting with the women at the gate letting the trucks and car trailers into the park, realizing that this has been going on for all these years but I’d not experienced it in the 25 years I’ve lived in Pittsburgh. The 32nd Vintage Grand Prix in Pittsburgh where the cars are raced right on the streets.
from their website
“The Pittsburgh Vintage Grand Prix’s mission is to produce a world-class vintage racing event to raise funds that help provide residential care, treatment and support for children and adults with autism and intellectual and developmental disabilities through the Autism Society of Pittsburgh and Allegheny Valley School.”
I learned a lot in a short amount of time, walking down the road, talking with car owners and pit crew or significant others. I met a volunteer who is a “rope tower” during the races. No one wants his services but I understand some will need to be towed.
A nice couple from Milwaukee with a really cool MG that they toured in England with 89 other MG owners. I’m always fascinated how people get into different interests and activities in their lives, why people collect things, their hobbies. One man had a former show dog, Vivian ( or perhaps Vivien, sorry) who was a distinctive English bull dog. He said showing dogs, racing cars, there are a lot of similarities.
I can tell you that the people I talked to are making themselves happy by participating in this sport, caring and restoring their cars, and being part of an eclectic group with passion for what they are investing themselves in.
Meet Luke. From the North Hills. He has worked on this Lotus for 5 years. Check out the humps he created so he can fit into the car as he is 6’2″. He shared the photos of the work he accomplished, what it looked like when he started and it is amazing. When his mother was expecting him in two short months, she drove demo laps at the VGP. His father was there offering support and advice, cheering him on. He told me how there was a meeting for the drivers and then they would walk the course. He even invited me to ride in the Lotus at the Charity ride but Saturday I am shooting a wedding. I looked in and down and wondered if I would fit or if several people would have had to extricate me from the seat.
Luke taking time to show his Lotus photos and explain how he rebuilt it to a young man who is going to be a seventh grader at Colfax this fall. This almost seventh grader been coming to the Vintage Grand Prix on his bike for the past three years and has a real interest in cars.
Luke and his dad
Meet Rich. Drove in from Denver, Colorado. His wife flew in from a business trip in New York so they are at the VGP for the first time. He races cars after an experience with an avalanche while extreme skiing.
He explained a lot to me (which I am hesitant to write for fear it will be inaccurate) but his 912 (which he got off Craig’s List) uses gas without ethanol. NOTE: A Porsche 912 NOT
Inside the trailer that holds the car.
You should hear his engine when he fires it up! Porsche 912 1967
Here’s Rich replacing the jet due to the low altitude here.
I thought it would be fun for Rich to meet Luke (turns out they will be competitors in the same class) as they were both first time racers in this particular event so Rich drove his car down the road and I followed.
Here are Rich and Luke
And here’s Chris. Chris is from Verona, PA. He has restored cars for years. But this is his first race. You can just tell he has put a lot of love into his car.
MGB GT 1968 Under two litre class
And here is Richard Barnes the Competition Director and the man who introduced me to Rich
Yes, there are female drivers. Here are some competitors lined up to register.
Without realizing I caught a shot of Lauren in line at registration. She is “paddocking” with Luke but wasn’t there when I was doing all the pictures. See edit below with addition of Lauren and the 1956 Turner she drives. Thanks Luke B for the photograph below.
A couple more cars so you can see the variety participating
Driving by some of the open wheel cars. A nice man from Toronto who is on a Pit Crew explained all about the open wheel construction and the rear engines. Another man with a couple of Sprites offered to get me some contact information so I could share the photos.
When I left there were still cars arriving
Late addition courtesy of Luke B the Lotus Owner Saturday 9:00 AM
After reading the post Luke B sent me the following photograph of another first time driver
Here’s what he said
I saw you caught a photo of my friend Lauren at registration. It’s too bad you didn’t get a chance to meet her – she’s paddocked with us now, but I think that was after you left. Not only is she one of only a few female drivers this weekend and one of the few young drivers, but she’s another local entrant and, like me, it’s her first time racing here. Here’s a photo of her and the 1956 Turner she races:
Photographed by Luke B.
In 1954, Frank Vittor (who has an interesting story if you click his name)sculpted a famous baseball player, Honus Wagner, honoring his contributions to baseball.
The Honus Wagner statue stands at the Home Plate Entrance of PNC Park, Pittsburgh PA. The statue has been in Schenley Park, Forbes Field and Three Rivers Stadium from what I researched before it was relocated to PNC Park.
I posted a St. Joseph the Worker statue in Homestead which was also sculpted by Mr. Vittor
Here is just one side of the base of statue I photographed this evening, of two young boys pointing up to Mr. Wagner on the pedestal above.
They just spoke to me. Maybe it was the way the light made their three dimensions pronounced.
You’ve all heard how valuable the Honus Wagner baseball card is. (millions paid)
Here is what the back of the statue says
(Back of base:)
ERECTED IN 1955
BY THE FANS OF AMERICA
IN HONOR OF A BASEBALL IMMORTAL
A CHAMPION AMONG CHAMPIONS
WHOSE RECORD ON AND OFF THE
PLAYING FIELD OF THE NATIONAL GAME
WILL EVER STAND AS A MONUMENT
TO HIS OWN GREATNESS
AND AS AN EXAMPLE AND INSPIRATION TO THE YOUTH
OF OUR COUNTRY
THE PITTSBURGH PROFESSIONAL BASEBALL ASSOCIATION
RELOCATED BY THE PITTSBURGH BASEBALL CLUB
FROM SCHENLEY PARK TO THREE RIVERS STADIUM
AND REDEDICATED JULY 21, 1972
SO THAT FUTURE PIRATE FANS WILL BE REMINDED OF HONUS WAGNER’S CONTRIBUTIONS TO BASEBALL IN PITTSBURGH.
(First of all I just reread the Psychology Today article on 8 Tips to Know if You’re Being Boring by Gretchen Rubin of Happiness Project Blog ) but maybe someone has an old purse they can repurpose to hold a camera………………
What are they called in your part of the world? purse, handbag, pocketbook, tote, shoulder bag, carry-all ?
My DIL sent me a ton of links from ETSY and other places before Christmas as she knew I was looking for a cross body strap camera bag that didn’t look like a camera bag.
And there were some nice ones she found. (thanks Erika)
Her mother sent me an article with a link to camera bags created with women in mind and they were nice, too. (thanks Marlene)
But nothing seemed just right and at an affordable price. The one I liked the best was about $325 so think again.
I have a big black padded and compartmentalized wheely backpack but it is just enormous and conspicuous. Barely fits into the overhead on a plane, too.
This old slouchy gray leather purse had the lining split around the top. I wasn’t using it as a purse anymore but the leather still seemed good. I thought about relining it. I thought about it so much and it seemed so tedious, I never did it!
I should have taken a before shot. Didn’t think about photographing it until it was all stitched up!
At the local craft/fabric store I found the answer and I came right home and slipped this extra thick batting into the purse between the ripped lining and bag and then I stitched up the lining around the top with strong black thread.
And now I have a padded camera bag. There is a zipper pocket inside which will hold camera cards or batteries nicely and there is room for a flash or an extra lens. And a top zipper is always a plus, which this bag has already. A friend suggested treating the bag with mink oil to help moisturize the leather. It is not slouchy anymore, that’s for sure.
Now it stands up instead of slouches. Grandson Michael tested it as a makeshift pillow as we sat in the bleachers, too.
I don’t know what brand the purse is originally, it has elephants all over the lining and says it was
Made in Italy.
Although I’m not at the beach this week, I think about the beauty of the water and sand and the sunrises and sunsets I witnessed. The rhythm of waves.
Tonight I found this photograph.
A self-portrait. No diet necessary. Just early morning sun for a loooong look.
I like how the tire tracks and my legs intersect.
We went to the very end of St. George Island in the state park.
In order to enter the state park, my hosts had to get a special pass and code to enter as the number of cars and people allowed each day is regulated.
Something called the Century Plant is going to qualify as a relic today.
My friend Kristin had been sending me photos of the Agave Americana (known as the Century Plant) as it was growing in her family’s front yard on
St. George Island. When I went down for vacation I got to see it first hand. I couldn’t believe how tall it had grown.
It is definitely at least twenty + feet tall!
It was preparing to be in full bloom- and then it will die. I saw some other Century Plants on the island in different stages of their life cycle.
Kristin sent me these photos on the phone and said, “Wait until you come and see it in person.” She wasn’t kidding. I took some photos of it too.
How it starts. The mother plant sends out “pups”
I used a flash at sunset and it makes the buds look interesting.
A shot at night
Someone else’s Century Plant fell over.
Steve and I drove across the Highland Park Bridge to Joan’s for dinner. You’ve seen Joan’s spools of thread and checking out where she used to teach.
Since I went out of town on my birthday, we made a plan for when I would be back in town and when we could get together
Joan made James Beard’s recipe for Lahma bi Ajeen. The fresh tomatoes, cucumber and peppers,Baba Ganoush, Hummus, Yogurt Sauce with Fresh Dill from her garden, and wonderful olives.
The Lahma bi Ajeen recipe from Beard on Bread cookbook (A well used page)
Buttermilk Pound Cake from World of Baking by Delores Casella topped with fresh rhubarb sauce. Rhubarb from Joan’s garden- we ate outside.
Thanks for a nice dinner and good conversation, Joan. Everything was delicious
Joan inside her doorway keeping the dogs inside.
Pilot John Gillespie Magee, Jr. wrote this sonnet three months before he was killed at age 19, when his Spitfire collided with another plane on 11 December 1941.
Today when I was flying home from Panama City Florida to Pittsburgh Pennsylvania (via Baltimore), I remembered we had to memorize and recite this poem in Mrs. Stewart’s Sixth Grade at Morris Plains Borough School 1963.
True, I wasn’t the pilot but man’s ability to fly is astounding to me.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
First image shot with iPhone The rest shot with a Canon 50D
It was a great day to fly.
Above the fruited plain……..
“Where the locals meet” the sign says. The shop is closed on the weekends- open 7-3 Monday through Friday
After we got some provisions at the Piggly Wiggly grocery, my friend’s sister made a stop so I could get a couple of pies for supper. Her son Jack accompanied me as I didn’t know how to find the door on the side of the wrap around porch. I needed help carrying the boxes.
Here is Delores, who has been here for twenty years, holding the box with one of the Key Lime pies.
She sells Pecan Pies, too. And Breakfast and Lunch/ Daily Specials, too.
This is a great sign.
You can sit down and eat or order take out.
This week I’m staying with friends at St. George Island Florida. It’s very beautiful here.
I’m shooting family photos, watching the sunrise, enjoying the ocean. Having a nice vacation.
Some family members and I’ve had good photography conversations and thanks to my friend’s BIL, Rob, I’ve learned about Floridian landscape photographers (Clyde Butcher) whom I’d not known before.
I’ve been told of a good location to shoot the sunrise and shown the sea turtle nests marked by PVC pipe on the pristine beaches.
Rob lost some Hawaiian sunset photos on a hard drive, and I can relate to that experience, how it feels to lose precious files. He even had the green flash in one of his Hawaiian photographs and it can’t be retrieved. Lost!
Tonight after a delicious spinach manicotti supper, Rob asked if it would be all right and could he try my Canon camera (he uses a Nikon) to shoot the sunset on the Bay Side. He knew a good spot to go. The time was just right.
I agreed. He wasn’t familiar with the camera’s settings but he does know the island . I’d shot the sunrise this morning and was going to pass on the sunset I’ve been reading tips on how to shoot at the beach with the water and sand, the sun. Tonight I was yawning and just tired out!
Here are the results of his experimenting with my Canon 50D with the 18-200 lens. I told him, next trip we’ll try some filters and see how the sun looks.
Niece Erin, (maker of the manicotti) was the one who said Rob could be guest blogger. I was able to catch him as they were pulling out of the drive.
Later my friend and I took the card and reader down to the other end of the island for him to select the one he liked best. Hard to choose. So I’ve decided to show the series os sunset photographs Rob took this Monday evening July 7, 2014. Thanks for being guest blogger, Rob.
Which shot do you like the best?
That is cloud, not vegetation on the sun.
And this last one is one I liked a lot.
Set alarm about 3:30 AM to catch a 6:25 flight to Nashville, connecting four hours later to Panama City FL.
“Oh beautiful for spacious skies”
Knitting a horizontal ribbed cowl and two eggs over easy with toast and potatoes, coffee and juice.
Self portrait St. George Island on the Gulf Coast
The closest fireworks I have ever seen. The beach had a number of colorful displays.
Marlene sent a video of the family singing Happy Birthday and I was missing being with them but
Erin baked a beautiful birthday cake, it some candles and my friend’s family sanga again. Very nice.
Thanks for all the nice birthday greetings and wishes.
Fourth of July Birthday is fun. Then the Daily Post said, how do you celebrate July Fourth and I had already posted this one showing my actual birthday cake.
Weekly Photo Challenge: It’s Your Party
A few months ago, I was knitting a little baby blanket which called for 4 skeins of yarn. My granddaughter Anna loved how the blanket felt to her touch.
She asked if I could make her a blanket. A big one. Certainly.
Eleven skeins later (and a lot of time sitting in the knitting bag, not being knit) summer break from school and a few long swim meets ( I perfected knitting a toasty blanket in 90 degree weather by draping it on an adjacent chair) the handknit blanket got finished!
I was returning home today (Tuesday) and completed the final stitch at yesterday’s swim meet. Phew! Anna would ask me how her blanket was coming along. I promised myself, I wouldn’t start another new project until this one was complete.
When we got home, Anna put it in the washing machine and sat and watched it for awhile. She set it for “quick wash” and then it had to be dried. it’s 100% man- made polyester (I know some knitters will disapprove it’ s not made with natural fibers )
But she said she didn’t like it, she LOVES it!
What else could a grandmother wish?
Monday night at the washing machine. Watching the time.
Tuesday morning. Piano practice.
The blanket reminds me of a chenille bedspread from the 1950’s. It is soft and squishy. Because the yarn is variegated, the color falls in random splotches.
Bernat Pipsqueak Yarn, Color Sittin’ Pretty
Pattern is the old basic dishcloth. Knit on the diagonal
Cast on 4 stitches.
K 2, YO, Knit to end. Repeat until half your yarn is used.
Then to decrease. K 1, K2 together, YO, K2 together, knit rest of row. Repeat until last four stitches then bind off.
Picked up Laura for lunch at the Brown Bag Deli in German Village, Columbus OH.
We had a glass bottle of 1/2 Tea 1/2 Lemonade, some Cape Cod Kettle Chips and a dill pickle on the side.
Tuna Melt reminds me of my friend Joanne and also my childhood. As I remember they were on an English Muffin half then.
My mother’s parents, Charlotte and Judd Van Sickle, were real bird watchers and kept a life list of all the birds they saw. Cousin John still has the list and maybe I can get him to guest blog it sometime.
I thought of my grandparents as I watched the finches gather in to dine. Only one brave finch stayed to eat as I crept around with my 70-200 lens and camera. They were attuned to an intruder but this one stayed to eat anyway.
Thanks for sending the photo tonight from Mendocino, MaryAnne L. ( friends since 1984-we met in Grafenwoehr, Germany-MaryAnne L. is a fellow art teacher and a master quilter, living in Texas)
Here is what she wrote when I asked her if I could guest blog the colorful tree.
“It’s called ‘Man Tree’ by Corrine Bailey of The Crayon Box. There’s the artist’s name pinned to it. Didn’t ask questions. I don’t know if I have enough info to blog. I do have one more pic of wool wrapped columns but don’t have store name. Have beautiful coastal pics tho”
“All of Mendocino. The buildings are part of the town that faces the ocean. I was standing on a bluff overlooking Pacific with town behind me. Lots of art galleries. If you zoom in on town upper left, you can see the wool columns and part of the name. see the wool columns and part of the name.“
Great guest blog, MaryAnne. The coast looks wonderful. Enjoy your vacation and thanks for thinking of me when you saw the “Man Tree”
for more info go to Mendocino Yarn Shop link to see Corinne installing the “color bombing” as they call it
After six days in Pittsburgh- they got out of the car,
retrieved their suitcases and headed up the hill.
They were happy to go to Grandma’s and happy to return home.
Maura made it to the stoop first, Jack’s suitcase fell over. Michael was watching Jack.
The boys changed and we headed to the baseball field
Waiting on the bench
Jack as catcher
After the game, Anna set up this photo of the four of them when I said let’s get one of the four kids together. Cheesy but fun!
Anna enjoyed her week as an “only child”.
Back of my neck feeling dirty and gritty.
This is a photograph without a caption other than waiting. One of my self-assignments is to experience more street photography this summer.
Taken with a 100-300mm Canon lens. The old lightweight one. Bought it used for $150 at the Camera Repair store.
Shot through the driver’s side glass when I was at a red light. I think I was spotted.
Drove back from Columbus to Pittsburgh with the youngest three grandchildren for a vacation at Grandma’s House.
We went downtown toPNC Park to see the Pirates game. It was Pittsburgh Public Schools Night.
Wasn’t sure how I’d manage with all three ( 5, 7 and almost 9) but it was fine. There was a mixture of fun and boredom for them.
A hot summer night. No rain. Saw a lot of students from school and the grandchildren seemed fascinated as the kids called my name.
Our seats had a great vantage point for the activity on the Allegheny River, too.
Gateway Clipper Ships Pass Under Roberto Clemente Bridge on the Allegheny River
Anticipating the release of the pitch Pirates lost to Cincinnati Reds 6-5
Always like to get a shot of the Cotton Candy Man
A lot of energy left at 10 PM. Home to Grandma’s House.
Flag Day! June 14th.
Started in the year 1895. For history click here
AND it’s my brother’s birthday! Happy Birthday David.
Carolee (David’s wife) sent these photos of my brother David, standing by the enormous elderberry plants.
I’ve been saving them all week to post on his birthday. Thanks for sending the photos Carolee.
Happy Birthday from Pittsburgh- American Flag and the PPG building tonight. love, Ruth
It was a busy and happy weekend with the grandsons staying over two nights, the family wedding on Saturday and some generous neighbors/friends inviting Steve and me to accompany them to a Pirates Game at PNC Park.
It was good to have an activity and a place to go after the kids left, so I didn’t have time to be in a quiet, empty house on a Sunday afternoon or think about going to school tomorrow to finish the grades and end out the school year this week.
We had the luxury of excellent seats (thanks, Rich) and as the game progressed (Pirates lost to Brewers 1-zip which was unfortunate) we were asked if we would enjoy something from the dessert cart. Who knew there was a dessert cart in the suites section of the private boxes? Certainly not us. Steve and I are usually getting those fifteen dollar last minute, last row seats as high as you can go.
Our host treated us to lemon cake (although there was quite a variety to choose from. Tim (in the black shirt and gold tie) described each of the desserts with great flourish and he created sundaes for the kids and added a dollop of ice cream to a slice of cake.
I asked him if I could photograph him and at first there is a bit of awkwardness for about two seconds and then he relaxed and we worked together to get his result.
Thanks Tim. ( and Matt is writing up the check which our host graciously picked up) The desserts are baked on the premises. By Levy Restaurants. I asked!
Tim and our host Rich. You might remember Rich as the local man who discovered a new use for the newspaper sleeve on my 777th post
I tasted the root beer cake. It tasted like root beer.
and a couple of photos from the excellent seats
the rain held off although we got drenched from a cloud burst as we walked to the T (subway)
Great seats today, thanks Rich.
Can you spot the two birds on a wire, watching the game!
As we were leaving with some fellow baseball fans
I almost forgot One of my favorites to watch- the groundskeepers team.
Getting on the T I don’t think I have ever ridden it before but am trying to remember.