Coop's Corner: Don't Need No Stinkin' GPS???

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Don't Need No Stinkin' GPS???

Well, I guess you don't......but I'm sure having a Big Time with mine.

Check this out......... Push "Play" and it will be much enhanced if you have Goog Earth installed.

This is my first attempt and there will be more files, for sure.

P. S. Note the heart rate (BPM), a testament to my excellent physical conditioning; it never changes, uphill or down.

14 comments:

Martha October 26, 2013 at 11:17 AM
Having fun? I'd say so! Love the gravel. Eager to see some snow action under those tires now.
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Erik ROctober 26, 2013 at 2:06 PM
That's pretty cool, being able to match video to a map. Watching that sure makes me miss all the county roads down there. Directly across the river from where you were was my favorite circle. 35 & CC to SS to D to N back to 35..... I may have to make a trip down there next year just to ride those roads again!
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RichardMOctober 26, 2013 at 2:06 PM
Pretty cool technology. Now you need a post explaining how you did it...

If I were you, I'd be mildly concerned about a heart rate of zero!
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Back RoadOctober 26, 2013 at 5:35 PM
Hi Coop! Enjoy the GPS. I did much the same with my GPS when flying my glider. I had traces of so many flights and enjoyed reliving the flights. You will enjoy it more and more as you use it.

Anymore, I seldom use the GPS on my bike, lost is just a state of mind. (Spoken like someone that is lost most of the time.) :)
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VStar LadyOctober 26, 2013 at 9:20 PM
Well, that's just too cool! I'd like to know more too.
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayOctober 27, 2013 at 7:27 AM
I'm going out today and this time will mount the camera on my helmet to get a better view. I'll know more and will share that little bit more tonight. It would be nice to have a better connection than rural DSL. My once fast CAD workstation can still overwhelm our online speed. The uploads are game stoppers so I'll shorten up the recording and along with that try a higher resolution today.
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TrobairitzOctober 27, 2013 at 10:25 AM
Okay, that was pretty cool. I'd never seen that website before so it was neat to see the map and the video.

Heart rates of 0 don't mean you are healthy, but you're right it didn't change at all even with your excitement.
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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayOctober 27, 2013 at 4:46 PM
I don't remember exactly how I stumbled upon the website but it was via searching GPS and video.

There were a number of failures (things learned) today. By next week's Swan Ride I should have at least a few of the bugs worked out.
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UnknownOctober 28, 2013 at 10:41 AM
Coop:

that's neat. You're a genius. Shows speed and elevation too.

bob
Riding the Wet Coast

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Coop a.k.a. CoopdwayOctober 28, 2013 at 1:16 PM
Some geniuses figured out how I could upload a couple of files and have fun watching what I experienced. Earth, away from this application, allows for exaggerating the topography to give a better idea of elevation changes, especially so when you shift perspective and look at a shallower angle. This view is much like in an airplane where high and low tend to blend. I like the percent of grade readings, something I normally only equate with our nation's Interstate highways and railroad grades.
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