Fridgid Stars

I rode around my haunts.
Not interested in any group rides,  I wanted to be out doing my "pedaling time".   Building that pyramid.

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Just hitting up the West Park and East Park on the cross bike.   Always want to stop by coltranes's house.
and Nicks made me put the pads against the rims and come to a halt.

 I bopped inside of Nick's, a new joint, ahh..., gasp do I say, a Vegan haunt.  Smelled really good, and I was greeted by a strapping young lad who offered to put some coffee on for me.   I thanked him, we chatted a tad, I took a menu and went  back to my bike.

I stood across the street, trying to imagine, John Coltrane living here.  Next to the new Nicks. I'm no Jazz Head,  I don't listen much.  I stared. Those are the steps, the door,/was the family, the bed... his life for a few years.    Well I guess I'll be buying some jazz shit to put into my mp3 for new riding music.  Try to figure this jazz shit out.

now I sit, in front of this Artwork blogging, in an unsatisfied way.  I wanted to have some codeine in the player, but for some reason it won't up load to share.   I did 3.5 hours of riding today, not hard, just good riding.

I don't know who Tony the Misfit is, but in my brief search for Coltrane info he came into the mix, nice photographic works!


post script: Who Is this Nick  (Nicholas Sanfratello)   fellow? 

d. blow

ok, here you go:

Fluffer

Work took me south to New Orleans.  Just for a short week. 

 Bert Jansch-A Dream, A Dream, A Dream

about One Second into flying I'm restless.   I like flying and traveling, its just a hard time for my brain to sit still, in that small moving vacuum tube.

We started in a burned out house.

and did some interior interviews

I was fine with not making it down to New Orleans proper.

not much food for a Vegetarian on the crab/crawl fish seafood menus, but the local beer was fine.  and everyone was accommodatingly friendly.    Work, I'm lucky to work with people who are friends, who work hard, care about what they do, and are really good at what they do.     Media is such a whore, and that's just fine with me,  egos and heartfelt information,  are mashed together, but I am not really interested in thinking about the thesis/ramification of that statement so onward with the good fluff.

Firetrucks, and interviews in the firehouse, was our last location, then to the scuzzy New Orleans airport.  Beers $9.  a real ugly Dirty place.  Not quite a welcoming/sending off diplomat to tourism.   

Made the change in DC to a smaller plane.  For some reason, walking across the tarmac to the plane is special.   The open, windy, cold reality, my feet on hard ground, climbing steps into the tin can.

I sat in my narrow seat.  I had a very unexpected co-flyer in Brain Walton.  He sat next to me and, I,  from following the tweet world, knew to ask/quell my real curiosity "how did the wind tunnel testing go?".  He was down in NC with Scotty Z working on his TT research.  so we chatted bikes to philly. 


the music, a bit, sorta really different for me, Variety is the spice of life,  cheers, enjoy your perversions. d.

did'nt notice

lucky to jump right back into working, being freelance this time of year can be slow.

back on my 10"x12"x20" throne.

some Rollins, from The End of Silence demos, Obscene.




today's ride, started out in Fairmount, west park

noodling about to warm up for early in the year intervals; big ringers

the "Tree of Concern" memorial, um the tree is gone, cut down, and I like the touch of an empty 40oz'er to really bring it all together, this is Philly.

I did my laps around the dormant trees, on an old unused walk-way that goes nowhere, left over from the 1876 fair.

Its sorta normal to see cars parked around the remote edges of the park, I just ride by, trying not to notice.

Hit up the East park and out to the Wissahickon.  Coming back in on the tow path, I was looking over where Bob the Crane sits when its warmer, and a large bird, Crane? flew up, along side of me, from my left, his wings clapping just over my head. He lifted up in the air, and flew along.   Those brief seconds, I noticed.

cheers, d.

another

out on the old Caad 9 for the Wreckem ride.  a small group of a dozen  riders,  damp, chilly, and a bit of drizzle.  good to get going hard on the road again.  3.5 hrs.      cheers, d.