sitting in

There is nothing like Archie Bunkering it after a ride. 

Almost every ride ends with me sitting in this chair, re-grouping, the close calls, lost/won TLsprints, trying to gauge my fitness, sobering up.    This time off the bike, this re-aclimation to the real world, clearing my head, or just re-gaining my senses is needed.  I made it home, avoid the crash, heard a new song, or just got it done in a workman like fashion. 

the house is welcoming, I smell fresh baking bread, have some real tasty beer in the fridge.  and my problems, the leaking ceiling, and the worries over work can wait.   There are fresh sheets on the bed.
cheers! d.

Nothing

Il dolce far niente

ARTISAN

no, not me.  well sorta, I try to be.  I have a lot left to achieve, and I do give a big F' about it.  but to be just a worker?  ah an Artisan.

I tipped back two dogfish heads at Earth tonight.  After my riding.  Good, yep, we've been blessed here.

when I say cheers, I mean "thanks for the hard work, the care, the effort, doing the mundane."  Common,  nope.

I found that Essence rare....

I want to pack it in, and drive south.  To some place warmer, dry.   To ride, and ride.  Get some carry out beer.  Cheap room.  Feet up.  Laptop open, a bit of surfin.   A trip to the market for fruit I won't eat, some water and nutella.  and wake up and do some more miles.

Maybe, just maybe....

I've earned it, or not, got enough legs to enjoy a 5-6hr jaunt about.

I love looking into the lens.  It is a souless hole.  I have a hard time taking pictures of people. 

I'm on the prowl, with a keen eye while I ride, especially on the familar routes for a "snappin' opp..

.....its what I look for.

d.