All Systems Go

I will be gazing across the water towards Cape Canaveral by this afternoon where the shuttle Atlantis either already took off, or will soon take off on another mission to what I suspect is little more than a poorly kept trailer in the sky, the International Space Station. Like the shuttle, my new mission is inexorably underway. Miles were logged this weekend, with four consecutive days out on the new bike. Aside from a drool problem which threatens to prematurely degrade the top tube, all heat shields are in place and I expect a smooth ride. The only thing between me and total redemption is a lot of time and pain. My time, your pain!

I don’t want to go to work this week, down in the yawning maw of the Beeline Expressway. I exit this morning with my bottom lip leading the way by a good yard and my arms folded across my chest like I’m in a straight jacket. I have found over the years though, that I can do many things I don’t want to do by simply leaning forward into the breach and bringing my feet with me.

Conch fritters and Law and Order in a hotel bed is no way to train.

In order to avoid any awkwardness during the San Felasco weekend, I have booked travel on a commercial airplane to a foreign country. That’s right, I’m calling an “international” as in, “I would love to kick your ass at San Felasco, but I will be out of the country.” Take that you hijos de putas!

I will be collecting Mel (not his real name) on Friday and bringing him to town for the weekend. So far we have not discussed a ride, but we have discussed dining at Huckleberry’s BBQ in Fanning Springs so make of it what you will.

To my gentle readers who do not lay awake at night scheming to dismantle my hopes and dreams, I will miss you this week, and I am sure I will manage a dispatch from the road somewhere.

Every journey begins with a single schlep…


27 Responses to All Systems Go

  1. Terrific post, Brother Juancho. I still think having Sasquatch do a substitute post for you on his amazing diet success would be a good idea.
    In the meantime though, travel safely and remember- studies have shown that visualization techniques are highly effective for athletic endeavors. If you can’t ride, just imagining yourself riding. Or something like that.
    I really have no idea how that works.

  2. Tell Mel, if that’s REALLY his name, that we say hi. We’ll look after your bike, the caretaker at your casa is easily distracted by 16oz. containers…

  3. That’s right, Juancho, if you can’t ride, just imagine yourself riding. It’s almost as effective, and the imagined results are incredible.

  4. One thing I think is great about this technique is that you can just as easily imagine your bu-t-t not sore while you’re at it!! 🙂

    Btw, if I can borrow your space for an inch, thanks for calling, hijito. I know you’re with us in spirit up here. 🙁

  5. Absence of Juancho?! Not a chance. Please though Sasquatch, do inform us of your incredibly satisfying diet.

    W.B. I can only hope it is you, e-mail me the details please. I hope it is something awesome and not a recumbent or trike.

  6. Haaha! Clarification: I meant ‘temporary or brief’ absence. Juancho will certainly need to return to his newly built baby.

  7. I have a recumbent couch and a recliner! I love them both.
    Big Worm found me a Giant Trance ( for $299.00! The price was stupid and my Jamis won’t hold a headset anymore so it was on.
    Plus, I couldn’t live with the fact that Jauncho had a new ride. I tried imagining a better bike but, “There’s nothing like the real thing Baby!”

  8. Let’s just hang out down here today…I got 4 hours of sleep, and yet I’m still tired…perhaps more elipses (ellipses?)will help.

    I’m just up the road from Titusville btw.

  9. Sons of whores??!?!?!

    Espere hasta que le digo a las Hijas de heroínas.

    We’ll just have to do the pre-falasco
    strike-outs without you!

  10. hey, freaky bikes on the local craigslist thing; I think the trike is for team-building exercises, LET’S RIDE BIKES together.
    Oh, and tubby? rotund? I think he’s just “core-centric”!
    yo quiero lo tenere (or whatever the infinitive of that verb is)