Thursday, March 13, 2008

One Step Up, and Two Steps Back


I had a great ride Monday. It was like poetry, or flowing water. It was the closest I have come to zen. Art without effort.

Tuesday, I had the worst Bonk in memory. Tonight on the Joe's loop, no air and the familiar shaking hands. I am baffled by the experience. It is impossible for me to compute.

Tom Petty said it best;
"Talk on the street, says you might go solo!"
It's time for me to put in some lonely miles!

Out.

w.b.z.n.

The Road Goes On Forever and The Party Never Ends!


Joe's ride starts tonight. I wish I could share Worms Christmas Eve vibe. I have to admit, the scariest moments I have spent on a bike, were on this ride. I am twitchy on a road bike so, I cannot point and accusing finger at anyone for being a crappy handler. I cannot separate myself from the slow, unwashed mass. That said, I am not sure thinking about your health coverage is the best train of thought in a group of newbies, and over amped roadies, that can't contest a Food Lion sprint.
I long for the days when Big Ray, Snowman, Worm, and other regulars, kept us knuckle heads in line. Maybe this year will be different. I feel pretty good when I am surrounded by my friends. It looks like a lot of BP's will be in the hizzy, so maybe it will all be great. Where did I put those Rolaids?
W.B.Z.N.