2/17/2009
Crisp
I don't know if the useless cunt in the Mercedes even saw me. I felt her mirror clip my jacket. The wind died at the end of the day as the sun set. Made me happy to pedal.
2/16/2009
Error
I can't have the time but I have the clarity to see the scene laid out in front of me. Like rolling up to a rock garden and having the line appear highlighted through it. It used to be time not quality, now it all ends up a ball in my stomach, whether I did enough or not, it's not.
2/13/2009
Simplify
The simplest thing is to write what you know, I know very little that anyone would want to read about. Lots of useless facts, minutiae, that only serves to keep the useful information from getting in and out onto the page. Every time I start to feel a string thoughts worthy of the page they float out into the ether. Pushed away by the minutiae, far away from the important-ness. I need to record, I type like crap. I want to get the useful stuff down on the page. In the coming weeks I'll try a bit harder to get less crap and more of the better words. They're there, somewhere. I know a bit about bicycles, and, I really like those-maybe, well, you can pretty much count on a lot of words on bikes.
Rapha Rides The Tour of California from RAPHA on Vimeo.
2/12/2009
2/11/2009
2/10/2009
Let us pray
I think the motorists were more interested in the crazy priest dancing on the median strip than me riding my bike. We did have similar blinky lights going though. It makes my ride go smoother if they drowsy drivers are aware of the clowns that are exposed, whether it's a lunatic priest, or an OCD-afflicted cyclist.
2/09/2009
2/08/2009
1.7
Icy roads made the smooth dirt feel that much better.
The studded tire tire only added to the security.
Almost home as it's snowing harder than it was, perfect timing.
2/07/2009
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