speed wrenching

I like the PA lottery, and I like this photo of the Guster. on to todays post.

my alarm went off at 5a. no dusty cob webs, just feet on the floor and into my kit and out the door. with a quick stop at my local Wa Wa, which is always fun to click around in wearing bike shoes, grabbed a red bull and banana, and away I went. Got two hours in and enjoyed some of the punchies of gladwyne. my legs ache and feel full of cake batter. I'm just a tad fat, but it is the off season, and I'm doing my "cross" training right now. this road bike stuff is just to keep me entertained till cross season. I got a lot of use of my speed wrench today building the car rig. Working the next couple of days on Sunny in philly.

oh well, my call times 6:30 on location so to the fridge for a cold one and whats on the tube. despite it all, dudes, I got 3 hrs in on the bike today, hoo raay. mucho respecto. dlowe.

Tid-Bits

Its hard to write when you have mr. gus sitting with you. most of you will wake up with some kind of pain in the head. Acquired while watching the bike race. Too much sun or too much beer. This weekend, for me, had nothing to due with bikes. My wife and I flew to Cleveland to attend a memorial for my wife's mom. Very touching. We returned to the graveyard for a small service at her grave, and then a lunch with family and friends in the hall. As we walked into the cemetery it was full of people, visiting graves, some with small picnics, or priest, candles, visits to those who you miss. some wine poured on the ground. I'm tired, an empty tired. so with that.

good night.

The Grey Whisper Mist

whispers, the word sounds so gentle. No. When the soft words are making suggestions in my brain, its loud and clear. It ran in many different verses through my mind during the drives ride last night. Most of the riders drove me crazy. Pull through dudes, don't blow up now, in front of me. Faster. Ok lets keep it up, come on don't let me ride off the front. Your going to sit in for the whole of West River Drive to "win!" the sprint. Shut-up you loud talking, no-pro cat three racer. On and on the inner whispers ran. I know why. Cause I'm going to be off the bike for 6 days in a row. I don't think I'm gonna get the chance to pedal for six days. I wanted a John Henry type of work out. On the tip of the saddle. I wanted to spend everything I had, I tried. I want to bleed pain. Now I just sip my Yards TJ Ale.

I have to say that the thought of leaving Philly, moving some place nicer, has been running through my mind. I don't think its going to be this year. Maybe because of this Ale. Its good. A sticky beer, with a hard heel kick. Like the pungent smell of a barn, but somehow old and good. Yummy. That's a good beer word. As I pedaled home and thought about all the whispers and the drives ride, I turned left and went up the sweetbrair cutoff. Towards the whispering wall. Of course I stopped and enjoyed the changing of the light. The clouds, and the color. I though about what I would whisper. "Pedal your Fucking Bike". cheers. dlowe.

......the grey whisper mist is the gentle escaping gas that you notice when you pry the top off a good bottle of beer.

shoot, shot

On the good days when you look down into the glass, you just want time to stand still. Ivy turned out to be, much to my surprise an attentive waitress. The rye IPA from dock st. was very good, and the pizza was good. My stories and social skills are dropping below the 100 IQ score, and I can tell I'm not quite up to par, but you know I started out strong today, and just ended up petering to a sorta stall. My eyes will be x's before my head hits the pillow.

no plans, good sleeping weather. good night. cheers. d.