I miss gratuitous bike p●rn… I miss snapping photos of my Venge, nonchalantly leaned up against a fence post.
The photo that says, “That’s right, bitches… I’m fast”. Only it says that 200 times. ‘Cuz a thousand words, Sparky…
I miss the sunshine and wanting to listen to Steelheart. I want a summer that makes Leo Dicaprio’s sphincter pucker. I want a summer so warm he sells his private jet… and Al Gore too, while we’re at it. I want a summer so beautifully awesome and sunshiny that Michael Moore decides to go on a diet to save the planet. Or at least Torch Lake, maybe?
I want to feed some frickin’ trees, baby! You know, photosynthesis, CO2, feed trees, you know, make the planet greener?
I’m having another Ricky Bobby moment… I wanna go fast!
I had this bright frickin’ idea a while back that I’d put my Venge in the bedroom so I would see it every morning before I left and every night before I went to sleep. Damn if it isn’t like seeing a pound of weed and a couple cases of beer in my first weeks of recovery… “Oh, if I could just feel the power one time, the escape…”
Emporer Palatine moment: INFINITE POWAHHH!!!
I read a post written by a new fella that made me laugh yesteday. He’s a young kid, trying to lose almost a buck (70 pounds to be exact) this season on his bike. All of a sudden with him it’s, “I need this, and I need that, and the other”… Dammit, dude, I know that pain! Or is it sheer, unadulterated bike p●rn/hobby pleasure? You say tomato.
This next two weeks is the toughest of the season and we’ve got six inches of snow coming, um… starting at about crap, a few hours ago… Riding as much as I did this winter was great, but I’m ready to shed a few layers.
I want the laughs and the gutting out that last five miles. I want the good food and the endless bottle of Gatorade. I want the Hydrus and Perpetuem and Gu’s and bananas and pickles!
I wanna ride, baby. So I can start taking more photos like this (though possibly better with the bike facing the right way – sorry, purists. I know):