This is the ride from Saturday. Another six hour epic. A lot of damn funny stuff happened but, I am depending on a blog from Big Worm, so I will leave the details to him.I have finally emerged from my self imposed post vacation funk. All it took was some quality time on the bike with pals, to get me back on track. I get by with a little help from my friends.
Still a little slow at work so, I finally opened a classmates.com free trial. I was looking at the profiles and wondered if I should fill one out. You have a couple options when doing this: 1. Pump it up a little, using terms like "director of operations" and "blessed with my beautiful wife, and gifted kids" then post a ten year old picture of yourself, pretending you are well preserved. 2. State the brief facts, with little or no emotion. I opted for door number two. I was really hoping to find one posted by an ex jock, after a three day bender, that went something like this:
Greetings from the class of 81! I am an old, over weight, balding, car salesman in a midlife crisis, and I got on classmates to catch up! Whoo! Go Cobras! Well I don't look as good as I used to but, I just got divorced and I am ready to go line dancing! Email me!
In my mind Will Ferrell plays the lead, and falls down half way through the speech. I didn't find anything like that. The 120 pound weakling I was in high school, is still holding out hope. It's a sick dream I know, but it's Monday, and it's all I got.
W.B.Z.N.
