Thursday, January 12, 2012

Projection



Somewhere out there in the woods of Alachua County is a moment waiting for me. It may be a moment of quiet splendor, where I pause in the saddle to watch a fawn snuffle for acorns while I reflect on the great bounty that befell me in 2011. I will genuflect in gratitude before clipping in to savor the final miles of a glorious day.

Somewhere else out there is a different moment. This moment finds me sitting beside the trail, my sooty bottom all wet and itchy. My blurry tears fall on my bottom lip and pool there. Some physical or mechanical failure ties me to defeat. I am eating chocolate and waiting for the bus.

Juancho

9 comments:

Hambone said...

Hey, Juancho.
good luck down there this weekend. i hope you guys have great weather and nothing but a smooth trail in front of you. wish i could be there. i don't guess it'll be like those first couple of years, mandatory six pack the night before and sleeping on the cold hard ground at the pole barn!

enjoy,
Ham

Juancho said...

No sir. I booked a room at the Holiday Inn in Lake City. I ain't playing with this ride this year.

lopo said...

Ah, moments of truth. Isn't that what it's all about? That and the dopamine, of course, which is no small thing.

Fat Lad said...

Waiting for the "special" bus?

Magnum said...

In both moments, success and defeat live; you get to choose not the moment but the outcome.
Ride on, Juancho! Ride on.

I hope I see a fawn this weekend too, but it better run run run, fassster than my bullet...

nicol said...

I imagine this time around it will be a lot more of the former scenario. Happy trails to you, Juancho!

Juancho said...

CURAHEEE!!!

FREEDOM!!!

BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL!!!

ahem, excuse me. I get a little carried away.

Velosopher said...

Godspeed.

Human Wrecking Ball said...

Heads or tails, I'll be seeing you.