I spent Saturday morning riding and working on the bike. I was trying to get it just perfect, but when I read more about the bikes, I realized that the perfect DIY bikes did not exist. It was a continuous process. Definitely not a plug and play device. Even so it appealed to me. It had been a long time since I did anything with my hands. The bike had been an affirmation of what my dad had always said, "A man is never happier than when he is working with his hands."

I hadn't eaten all day, so when I stopped at three for a bowl of cereal, I was a little shaky. I was speeding on caffeine as well as having a low sugar episode. It only took the cereal and some orange juice to put me right again. It was a good thing, since I got a call from the woman I met at the Tennessee reenactment.

"Hello Mr. Abba?" came he voice over the phone. Even the miles and the lousy quality of the electronics couldn't disguise her voice.

"Yes, is that you Jenny?"

"It is, how have you been?"

"I have been just fine, how have you been?"

"Busy getting ready for the battle of Foxton reenactment."

"Oh when is that? and where is it?"

"It's two weeks from today and it's at Foxton Kentucky."

"Oh then I might try to make it,"

"Good, Some of us saw your web page and it is marvelous. We would like for you to camp with us, if you can. You could shoot pictures around the camp, kind of document it."

"I would love to, but the old cameras just aren't up to the much work. Would they object to me using some more modern equipment."

"Not as long as you aren't too obvious about it. Don't dress period and the visitors will think you are just another tourist."

"That sounds fair, will you email me the information?"

"of course, and John?"

"Yes Jenny," My husband is looking forward to meeting you."

"Oh I had no idea you were married," I said trying not to let the disappointment show.

"Yes I'm married and have two grown children. Edward was away on a business trip during the last bivouac. He promised me faithfully that he would be at Foxton."

"Great, I look forward to meeting him." She had to know that it was a lie, but I tried to keep it sounding plausible. The chance to shoot several rolls of film was something I did not want to pass up.

We said our goodbyes. I went back to ride the bike again. The quick charger showed that it was ready to ride, so I took off for a few miles. When I returned home, I had completely forgotten about Jenny and her husband. It was getting dark so I checked my messages, then turned the computer in search of some TV show to watch. Before I knew it I was exhausted and ready for bed.