Devouring the Gods

I have a Summers Glow.



Gazpacho and a couple of BLT sandwich's came to mind.  We'd been out riding in the hot summer weather a bit.
Kelly, Lisa and I.
It's been a while since we've trained together, vacations, and work have changed up our routine a bit.

The redness, that shows through, the tan. The sweat, that won't stop.   Shady trails just up the bluff from the river's cooling.

Loose grip flying along the dirt path, a drifting, flying along.

We ride, training together often, with the same goals.

Today I got out early, by myself, coffee, a solid breakfast.   On to my workout.
I hear, and I have to answer, I need the structure, love it.  I don't think I'm losing anything, by doing
3 x 15 min. sweet spot intervals early on a Sunday morning.   I'd ride hard anyway.  and I really don't think you'd find a rider, that more than me, takes in everything I pass, more than me. 

I got home around 10am and started on lunch.
Fake morning star bacon, vegan mayo, lettuce, tomato, jalapenos, toasted grain bread.  A bowl of Gazpacho.

You ever get them thoughts, cravings, during a ride deep into it, a bit from it's end...

I need the structure of racing. Just a few rules.  A whistle to start, and a line to cross to stop.
That's what I need.

I think cross is like a Dagwood sandwich, Put what you want into it , that you have at hand, and that you crave. More than you need, a chore to devourer, totally wipes you out. Smile.

In july I've got tan lines, bikes that creak from miles of hard work.
Dreams.  a Calender to make. Weeks to count down.  Going to Nationals?!

and I've got those uncontrollable urges, childish, that I'll probably never out grow, cravings
maybe it's an IPA or water ice, or winning an uncontested town line sprint, or a long storied opinion that I'm going to tell you as we pedal along.

and by gosh, that makes me glow like riding on a hot, humid summer day,   keeps me happy!

Cheers Mates!  dlowe

One great day in Philadelphia

     Coltrane and this photo have been in my mind a number of years. It was fun to replicate it today.
     A great day in Harlem http://interactive.nydailynews.com/2016/08/story-behind-great-day-in-harlem-photo/

      Water Ice A+ on Coltrane's Philly stoop.

There is something about the room to be yourself.
and to be able to enjoy it, even it's just a short bit of time.
To see it's flash there, know that it's really with you,
It's in you
and everyone else here is in the same boat,
looking for their sparks.

You could lay it out like the frames of a comic book.
Graphic. a good story, battles of some sorts, challenges lost, tragic, or won, heroic.

Is there enough, to feel a trust?
I know, I am in the most elite demographic there is: White, Bald, Old man, American.
How can I know?

Humbly embarrassed I'm happy to say, there is a lot for me to find.
1000's of years of stories.
As I rolled out from my porch, with Kelly, Erin, and George
rolling down to a simple, closed water ice stand, along an old tow path canal,
to a ride, I'll lead, without being at the front.
I took a couple of deep breaths.
"I'm prepared, rehearsed, confident"
and off we go again, with a "come on Anne"


Thanks for being yourself, the best, for going, for making the ride.
Cheers PHL-CX!
dlowe