Naked

Today I commuted in shorts for the first time this year, naked and happy I turned the legs over and over, full finger gloves-still. But, naked legs. I couldn't believe how good it felt. On the road it all feels so happy, No one else out there getting it done to not have the ache of not enough. Naked is always better. Listening to the crisp morning punching through avoiding detours and hitting my own space. Perfect.

More space in morning than any other time of day. Clearing out the waste to produce more than more waste.

Porous

I never really saw the rock, even after I was in shock and wondering just how it pulled me one way and the bike the other. 3 weeks on and I still don't know when the I get to hit re-start, countless hours on the road are getting easier, I feel mid season fit from my sternum on down, head and shoulders? Not so much. Confused and still a little broken I'm looking for the fresh glue, clean lines of a new early season. Salty and warm for now I think I see the re-start-around the time of changed leaves and shorter days.

Summer?

On the bike, squeezed it in around the wrong side of dawn-then just because it peaked out at least 60 degrees, I went out again. Shorts, I rode in shorts, as in no leg covers... of any kind, decadence. I felt fancy, god damn, it was like eggs benedict and sex all at once. Yes, I do equate those two.

Margin

The early thing is becoming second nature, like putting on chamois cream or airing up the tires, just what is done. When the day fills I have to push it out into the margins that were empty before, wait for the coffee and the food, get up, get out and get done. The coyote looked at me maybe wondering why I was in his day, what my angle was to take a piece of the morning that was his and is now ours.

A.M.

It's simple math right now, not many factors or order of operations, get on the machine and pedal, if the system responds, great. Sometimes it's off, other times the tank is empty. Then the variables that go into the solution are on and it solves itself..

Lines

Rolling through the fog every morning to not sell it short, detour that extra bit, focus on the next point and try not to let it be too far from the line. I enjoy drawing my own lines, like mid winter looking back at my own tire tracks freshly cut through the snow, my own lines not perfectly straight just linear. Still a piece of bone floats around in my shoulder I hope it lands in the right spot.

Closer

The closest I get to riding dirt is to look at my bikes and plan the next ride, soon I hope. If the Firecracker is going to happen I need the rest. Well, not really rest but ride the road. Thankfully new threads are keeping me warm and cool every day. Smarter than I have ever been. That feels good.

Early Oatmeal

Getting out before dawn on what I think is the longest day of the year. Still kind of pissing rain and empty roads made for what was a tough ride, getting home hungry and tired I found steel cut oatmeal pre made in the fridge, I didn't realize that it was pre made a month ago. After a half hour or so my stomach rumbled unhappily and I waited all day for the punishment, I got off light. misdemeanor instead of a felony. Good day.