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.
Juancho
4 comments:
I keep looking for a "sale pending" sign at your future home. When's the closing? Meanwhile, I have Monday off, strangely enough, even though it's not a day of atonement in my cosmology. Available for a ride?
Maybe later? No daytime fun for me. Keep looking, that "under contract" sign is coming.
I say you enter the Pisgah Mountain Bike Stage Race - America's first ever mountain bike stage race running from Oct. 15-18. All that suffering might clear your mind. Oh, and wee-hoo! for Cadel Evans - another fabulous mountain biker.
As soon as that "sold" sign is posted, I'm buying our plane tickets. And, to think, you'll be that much closer to that fabulous multi-cultural Ross Dress 4 Less!
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