Elk one legged

Odd day, commute in the a.m. was broken up with two elk bigger than the car I don't have. The fox wasn't too interested in my day, his breakfast was tops for him. I had just enough of my americano leftover when I got to work help me digest what I had seen. Lunch was a fun road ride with some roadies, I don't think they liked the guy on the cross bike with knobbies and fenders riding away from the for the KOM points. Quiz, not test. To come home I saw the weirdest event of the day, a one legged lady chatting on a cell phone as she walked (hobbled) down a hill. I slowed to take a good look, wondering if my eyes were tricking me, they weren't. As busy as the day was the rides cooked the legs more than work cooked the brain. Limping home practically shattered, I could smell the season shaping up.

Mine

What I see in the patterns is coming out, like the computer generated pictures Mr. Pitt couldn't see, deep into a carbon fibre weave it lies right there, nothing too subtle if the yes are sharp and the pattern is open. It comes out of the monochrome and leaves you with a feeling of getting something done, for real. No hiding in the background, get out there and look for the pattern and see what it is that sits atop the pile, get there and make a place.

Dairy

Not quite mayo but more like a soft cheese. The type you would spread on a good thick bread and wonder if it might make you a bit sick. Nothing too bad, really. No cheese is bad cheese. Lungs are moving through the stages of grief, I think right now they are at the anger stage. 12 steps in 5. Most of the world is dehydrated, I try not to be like most of the world. I am though.

Ferrous

A slight case of much fun, early in the day/season, with work to get done. Perfect. The pieces all went together like rice wine vinegar and the freshest rolls. Responses I like to get from the little tests. Nothing too hard or too anything. Saturday is soon. Easy guess where this one was. The wheels are great, more quality time and we are one, already; dialed, fit. Pulling was good only thing better was pushing.

early

Maybe we aren't finished with this yet: Skating across black ice yesterday was better only because I had the path to ride, today will be full on snow riding more fun, I saw a moose the other day, he saw me too, I think. More than a few two wheel drifts, easier knowing I wasn't going to slide under a gas truck. I forget it's still March, with a clear path and a few warmer days I lose sight of the fact that we still have almost two months of snow left, maybe. I think I saw a knee or an elbow on the trip home last night, confusing. It was just there on the path, I wonder if it's missing it's owner.

@#

I am getting it, riding the cross bike with fenders and old wheels is perfect, drag. My time is short, the time is good. The furnace is full, trying to roll thru the k's as I look at the first few tests without stress is good. Sit and climb it strengthens the low back, make the time count, listen. All the time is worth only some of the time.

Path

I think I saw a tranny on the path at lunch, I wasn't really in oxygen debt and I passed it twice, hard to tell sometimes but I saw what I saw. The rest is coming thick fast after one night of less. I feel good about the work, the season is big, I am small, only need little tweaks to Ferrous and I'll be styled, No more troubles with questions, be answered soon. Better bones are feeling the love of the spring, the cold isn't creeping into the thoughts, putting out fire instead of putting chills.

After it

I looked for it, searched everywhere I could think, I got so close I almost went downstairs to look some more and then I found it, sleep. Looking for the warm place where all the jigsaw pieces go together perfectly 3D and the warmth seeps into my tired mind. Looking for the piece I left outside, no ride means no sleep, the off season and winter work were enough to put the head at ease but the energy is always there, less work less rest. Still, waking tired sucks.

Tasty treats

Desert singletrack, where am I?

First

First test, first dirt of the year, the Ferrous did it right. Slights that come with the first ride on a new bike were all that tripped. Shut out any noise and cars just to roll through on perfect dirt. 5 hours over two days, I like my new bike. Work? Done.