Ever feel like if you could just get one more good night’s sleep, one more paycheck, one more cup of coffee, one more hour, you might be able to get your shit together?
So, it is a little awkward standing around here, just waiting. Everybody knows the Jamis has seen its last ride, and the new bike isn’t here yet, soooooo, how’s the weather in your neck of the woods? Kids doing OK? Did you ever get rid of that irritating rash you were telling me about?
A little foot tapping, a check of the watch, maybe if I push the button again the doors will open. Any minute now…
In the meantime I will take a moment to congratulate S’quatch on his recent gastric bypass surgery, look at the amazing difference.
Before
After
Anyway, maybe if I push the button again…
Juancho
When I told my friend Mel (Not his real name) in NYC that I sailed off my stairs in my fuzzy WigWam wool socks, wearing spandex, holding a cup of coffee and a bagel, he laughed so hard he had to hang up on me.
Maybe I’m losing my sense of humor, because I just don’t see the comedy.
The accusations came, sly and not so sly, regarding my intent. Suggestions were made that I would go to such extreme measures to avoid an early (9:00 A:M) bike ride. What I have learned from the experience is that if the world will arbitrarily knock you flat on your ass, then cascade you like a hefty child on a downhill slip and slide into your front door during breakfast, then you might as well hang it out there a little bit more on the trails. Why be risk averse in the woods? If I only have a finite number of full body slams within me, I prefer to take my beatings from the woods. Dirt is softer. Look for a new commitment to aerial maneuvers from me out there.
The Titus Racer X is in the mail. It will be here Thursday, and with the help of my TOTALLY BEST FRIEND PETE we will begin the conversion after hours when the shop is nice and quiet, and the alchemy most potent for the Dark Arts.
-Juancho