cobbles

I'm prepping for Paris Roubaix.
I'm not riding the Monkey Knife Fight again.
I look forward to making a Brussel's omlet for my wife's birthday breakfast.

I think a bottle of Rodenbach Grand Cru is going to go fine with the strong black coffee

I will go out for a ride, after some sleeping off.   The cross bike, Gladwyne, for sure.

raced today, held my lines in the 6 corner crit, chatting it up a bit in the turns, "I'm good on this line,..."  "thank you very much"    Legs got pop, rolled the dice, craps. 17th.  


 I feel like a poor King, david.  cheers.

About a Bike

its what'd I'd say to my two wheel steed.
It is about the bike.

the sound of the fountain blanks out any issues, words
thoughts or ideas
perfect

 

For a recovery ride, this destination
its where I needed to be

I brought a themas of La Colombe coffee.
a navel orange
stopped on the way
to get, one chocolate, one almond, croissants.

My bike she's done.  Added the baskets.  bought a lock.
I feel good with it.
Maybe a some tweaks, kwell a rattle, toe cages might not be right for a drunken ride.

I owe'd it a portrait.
The water sprays, pressurized up into the air.
Millions, Billions.  of droplets pound down clapping against the surface tension.
drowned out
any thoughts I had.
Who cares who won Flanders.


My mind is quiet.
I sat not thinkin
A few tourist. 1/2 dozen homeless. couple of cheerful young kids, running the circle.

it is not about me at all its about my bike

see you out there, dlowe.

live skull

I tapped the white porcelain cap against the brown bottle
trying to get a bit of attention
from the rowers

kris kristofferson - "stairway to the bottom"

the new Kris Kristofferson album is so far my #1 this year.
its in his voice.   you can tell his age, and that he's not hiding anything, just singing, his songs.

I've fallen deep in love with the Free Spirit.  Its been put to pasture, no more SScx racing to be done on it, that'd be not fair,  I don't want to rattle its bones apart.
I put on a rack and a kick stand.   Then headed out on my recovery ride, to get some beer.
sat by the river and ate my lunch.
with ear buds in
looking at the river, and 76
listening to jake brakes and Kris
watching the water lap up
from the skulls wakes.

a Nap, ... out tonight to see the great Thalia Zedek at Kung Fu Necktie.

cheers to recovering, d.


Wide Awake and "Feeling Mortal"   check it out.

E by SE

just on the bike path, headed back from Valley Forge.  Mesmerized by my pedaling shadow.  Leading me out to the front, a bit to the left.  Upper body smooth, chin tucked in, like a boxer.   Steady, into the wind, with the wind, and then a cross.    Along side train tracks,  freight cars.   I pass the engine.  Hand the red lantern to another bloke this time.  


I'm looking forward to work tomorrow, not that its a paid day.    better.  
I'll pack all the gear I have, the Canon 5d, the bits,  and the bike.
to the opera house in Jim Thorpe to shoot, I hope, get some shit useable, for the music video.


now, I look at my bike.   Facing left.  Front tire almost seems stopped from moving on.   Square to the wall, just touching.


I enjoy writing.  I'm poor at it.   but some how, its what I feel connected to.


so many things are easy.
but this one thing
maybe
I'd
should work at it a bit
maybe
I'd get you to feel, to conjure up some image, scene.

I won't forget that I'm a minion.

funny not to have some editorial photos,
I'll put my head on the train tracks, an ear on the rail, and listen.

Cheers, d. lowe.