Sunday, September 27, 2009
Two days ago my phone died. Last night the cable exploded. The energy spinning off of me in free radical stress electrons is shutting down traffic signals as I approach.
So I finally got on the bike and used some steam wisely.
Biscuits, gravy, beer, it doesn't matter. The stress of home-purchasing grinds it all up and then the gut feeds on itself. Why am I not celebrating? I don't have a key yet, that's why. Until that happens I assume we are in an anything goes scenario, ergo the grinding.
A roll across town, through campus, after a disastrous football weekend got me off the couch. The CEO of Bike House, the new shop on Jackson Bluff road, he pulled the sword from the stone. I want to say more about that place, but it deserves better attention than I have right now. It has the whiff of success to it, I can tell you that much.
To all of you whom I have recently turned down for rides, I appreciate you keeping an eye on me. I intend to do better.
San Felasco registration happens this week.