Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Headlights
500 miles up and down U.S. Highway 19 and this is only Tuesday. You might think this is a picture of all of the deer we saw along the highway, contemplating a prance into the headlights. It might also be a view from the tree stand, where many of my old riding buddies are spending their days this winter. I might think it resembles the stares of my remaining ride buddies who wonder what happened to the old Juancho, man of a thousand excuses, as they search for a gear to make the pain go away.
It's just a bunch of deer though, because I don't truck in excuses and metaphors anymore. I just tell it like it is.
Now that every ride counts, every ride really counts. I take to the bike like a man afire and rack it reluctantly when it has to end. I think I need some bike church to take me down a notch, otherwise I am going to ride to the pole barn in Reddick or maybe To Hell and Back with Bicycle House.
Big talk for a man who ate BBQ in Dixie County twice in three days. I don't care, come shut me up, that's what I say if you think you got it.
I hear talk of a race at Munson. I've never done an official mountain bike race in my 23 years in the saddle, but then again every ride is a race- against someone, everyone, yourself, even death her own self.
Come and get me
Juancho
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10 comments:
Your timing is interesting.
I function better on the run.
Easy! I about shot out my monitor when I saw all those deer!
Contrary to unpopular beliefs, BBQ only makes a man stronger.
I thought Death was a guy and Nature was a girl. I'm going to have to think this over.
Floor ida is so far away, and my uzi weighs a ton...or I'd be your huckleberry.
Yes Reverend, you would be my huckleberry. Maybe Big Worm can be your second?
You used to import your excuses by truck? Man that's a lot of excuses but it looks like you'll be putting that truck to good use carting your racing rig around.
I had the pleasure of riding with dogboy last night. I'm sure he is helping to get you ready for Munson. Can I be your rabbit?
Sure Big Jim, but I don't want you to pull a muscle or anything trying to keep up.
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