optimus

big test coming up this next week, a few races too, nothing too serious, those are later. still reeling from the food the other night, unreal stuff. i never got into the transformers but what i do remember this is what the main good guy looked like, feel free to call bullshit.

gauge

feeling good about the work, did a little tt yesterday to see what a good time could be for a ride i know. good effort, 1.15 around the lake, i think that's pretty good. better bones today, longer and steady in the wind. better legs than i thought for a mini block of real work. saw a guy walking around yesterday with a can of soup and an apple in a mesh pocket on the side of his backpack. odd, getting ready for a week in the wilderness, i guess. weird stuff for sure if you look around enough.

fried

i feel good today, the rides are building up. the first local world cup is a week out. we'll see. little bit of work on the mid range is due. i either feel full or starving. tape worm?

eat

i get tired of it, nonstop hunger or nausea, middleground would be a nice switch. oh well, i hope that the tapeworm leaves again soon. the beer tasted better last night, better after the ride and better after the work. at least i can eat early in the day. i just need more. no more canned enthusiasm. eat, mmmmm foods.

6 weeks

the day light at 5 am around the solstice makes me uneasy. about two months of the year i feel late, like i'm trying to get away with something. it's somebody else's morning and i'm taking a chunk away for myself. i prefer a little more dark and the constant stress of potholes and beasties. no matter where it is, better out of plainsight. that'll change and i'll get my peace early and late and maybe at lunch too. better that way, my own schedule to some extent, not one pushed on me. life is better that way.

you worried?

repent, sinners, repent.

nothing

i didn't get odd looks in the grocery store. i walked in and the dripping off my cap and the squishing of my shoe covers drew no attention. filling my little store run i had no clash songs in my head, just a short list and a few rainy k's, i got the list done and started home, not so easy with the bag of groceries, i should have worn a pack. my hour of rain riding to untangle the legs from the weekend's racing and riding and driving felt good, it gave me time to think about the upcoming weeks and new stuff. i won't miss the heavywaits and the anti-thinking about progression. i'll see the same stuff today i'll see in a few weeks, just different order of events.

how's your asspen?

i guess rich people with better weather aren't always faster. i got lucky, survived an hour in a pack of riders perhaps out of their comfort zone. not enough juice to get away in a break so had to wait and when i missed the attack from the guy i knew was going to win, i waited in for the sprint. came out of the last corner about 8th and took the field sprint for second. bike throw got it done, that made me happy. i like racing bikes. a few cool saves in the race on dropped pedals where the whole bike lifts off the ground w/o crashes, at least in front of me. one time the guy landed on his top tube at about 55km/h after his foot came out to save his bacon on a turn where he slammed his pedal into the ground. fun race.

roaring fork

odd surroundings, i think i saw a homeless person in apsen last night, wonder why? i bet he didn't even have a six figure income, that makes me feel good that i make less than a possible homeless guy in the land of rape and honey. today we are going to try and get shot out in woody creek, one less derelict out there betters the odds of not getting lead poisening. i guess the gonzo journalist from beyond the grave still has militia patroling to keep out us commoners. maybe we'll see tubbs or some other d list celebrity.

porc

yesterday was porcupines and coyotes, creeping up behind me, i guess i'm going pretty slow if a porcupine can sneak up on me. better than a couger or a bear. that's what the day after is for. today i'll need to freshen up for sunday. get fixt and hit the path. i was challenged to a game of chicken by the bus yesterday, he looked right at me and pulled out anyway, bastard. i can't get too worked up b/c last time i did a few years ago i chased him down to the next stop, got on the bus and threatened the driver. damn testosterone. i need to relax. i just have this thing for self-preservation. odd. he clipped my shoulder and rode me off the road. that made me more than a little angry as i tumbled over the curb at 45km/h. an old pro around here carried a handgun on rides, rumor was she used it more than once. crazy. nothing is worth more than freedom to do what you want. logic like that can go either way.