Rode this bike on a bridge today. Prolly should have ridden a different one. Brought a bazooka to a knife fight and managed to leave all cut up. Rode bikes though. Grabbed all the awesome I could carry, which was a considerable amount. Get out there folks, I left some for you.
Did you know there’s a story that James Brown and his wife were murdered? I went out on the bike seeking truth.
The Missus mentioned last night that we needed english muffins for eggs benedict today so I offered to get some on my ride this morning. As such, when I left this AM, I [1] headed in the exact opposite direction of the store. My rough plan was to ‘find a loop’ or worst case scenario…
What may appear to you to be dust on the bike is actually the sum of all my demons and all my stress ground down and rendered as a fine powder, then sprinkled over the bike in offering. Even if only temporary until they manifest again in some other form, I’ll take it. Long, steamy…