a friend of mine made a statement about the heat, how it made his skin feel like it was on fire. The world was making him feel something, and he did'nt like it.
I like the heat, the cold, the rain. Just things that make me feel alive.
I miss the rocks. I miss riding over the rocks, being jarred, gliding at a high speed just rolling along the tops of stones. Making a line outta the puzzle, lifting, pushing, weight back, even balanced making the tires dig.
I passed someone on the trail, she had a bit of a frown, "torn up" she quiped with the air of looking for hand sanitizer, all I could reply was "Wissahickon" with a smile.
Thank you rain.
and in this heat I find Joy divison to be cooling:
I'm soaking up cold Pacifico, pre Fairhill Chill. I don't race the mountain bike much, so tomorrow is a treat. cheers, d.
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