minion

how many shots can I put up from drinking, just sitting and chatting, enjoying life?

I hope a lot.

I got home from work early, an early start meant an early afternoon ride.  I called George and off we went.  An easy ride, full of talk, and venting, and thoughts, laughs. 

George won the cobble sprint.  George won Georges Hill sprint.  

Yesterday was my day of battles, a flat car tire, a broken seat clamp early in the Mt bike race, not eating enough.  and a battle of my spirit and values.  I did not win any of the battles, I perservered, I think that is more important.  Not how I finished or even finished, but how I rode, and why I rode.  I love to ride, to coast, to flow,  to make mistakes, to drop someone, or suffer head down forever trying to battle on.

to all the minions out there, stand up you are my equal, I am one of you, to the minions, Cheers!  Salute. David W. Lowe

Pleasentville

Funny day, just full of nice relaxed people.  Well not really, I spent the morning dealing with healthcare/insurance issues, online and on the phone.   but the rest of the day was full of it, nice charming people.   Thanks for the favors, .... and to finnish the charming feeling, like a french movie, as Jeff came back up the driveway to pickup a forgotten item, I could see behind him, his car rolling backward down the street.   He caught it in time, and rolled home.  Cheers my friends, Thanks!  david.

Me and gus are working on a song for all the nice peeps....

“Yahooooo- Drink Mountain Dew! It’ll tickle yer innards!”

made the nice drive over to my kinship state of Wva to do some road racing.  As a kid I spent a lot of summer time in Wva fishing with Pa-paw and eating corn on the cob. ....  and drinking the old Will the Hillbilly Dew.

I pulled into the wonderful http://www.bestwesternwvirginia.com/hotels/best-western-mountaineer-inn/ and checked into my "sweet"

I kitted up and headed to the river for a nice 1.5 hr trail spin.

I smelled electric, and felt the ground humming.

and watched the sun behind the hills that would soon I'd soon be racing over.

The Morgantown Road Race.

Sunday, nice day, a bit windy and quite sunny.  The race course is incredible.  Climb after climb, with rollers inbetween.  Well marshalled corners,  Clean safe quite roads.  Cheap, only $20 enty fee.  The first bit I felt pretty good, the first climb fine, then  the key seperation took place on the next of the many major climbs, and I could not stay with the front group.  I rode pretty good but by far not quite good enough.  On paper it looks like a short race, 44 miles, but over half of those miles my eyes were spinning in my head like the wheels of a slot machine.  I really suffered a lot.  I was happy to just finnish the race.  My result, 11th in the 40+.  Gunnar beat me, I was amazed by him, not by his riding but by his graciouness and helpfulness before and after the race to the other riders.  A true champion of the sport.

Thats the Shogren pop-up church doing its bussines over on the left.

Go to West Va. to race, go get pummeled, incredible views, nice roads, and a great race series.

My moms in the kitchen and I've got a good hunger for dinner tonight.

cheers, my friends.  really go to Wva to race.  dlowe.

Amedeo

I ride my road bike like a country dog.  My blood just boils and pumps, and I can't no matter how much I pre-think and plan, hold back.  I chase the pick-up truck everytime.  Snapping and yelping, pelted by gravel.  It speeds away, and I have succeded in chasing a devil from my life. 

Yesterday as I stood and stared into the high river, all I could think of was Amedeo Modigliani.  I need to go visit his work at the Barnes.

Spring is upon me, the windows are open in the bedroom and I should be asleep.  Its dark and silent.  and life swirls on.  cheers, dlowe.

http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/modigliani/

http://www.barnesfoundation.org/