Spin

Put a spin on it.   The sun sets and the world where I stood spun into darkness. 

Riding home after one lap of the drives, late to the ride, but good needed quick blow out of the legs.

From my perspective the sun does'nt move.  Even just standing still we are spinning.  Into, and outta darkness.

Make the best of it.

I snuck in a ride this morning.  A nice crisp hill climby jaunt.

Now time to clean a bit, for my Moms visit, to watch the house as we head back to Ohio.

sorry not to make GRANOGUE and if you are like me and can't make it, buy a raffle ticket.

http://www.bikereg.com/events/register.asp?eventid=10507

                                                  These are good peeps, real good peeps.

                                      cock-eyed perspective, with a chipper outlook, ride hard, give it your best, and enjoy your life.  cheers, dlowe

Holicong Shovel

Philly really is a town of fast riders, like most places.  But we lack a good race series/promoter.  No epic races, a bunch of crits and expensive Lancaster cow shit covered roads.  Ha, don't take this to seriously.

I did the fools classic RIDE.  Not a race.  Got my cue sheet, checked the weather radar, just chilly and drizzly.  Packed the car and went. 

I did'nt pack my shovel, but I should of, cause this course makes you dig deep, steep dirt roads, beautiful roads, mud, grime, and a small group of fast enough guys to keeping it hard to make it hurt.   I just was'nt ready to dig into my pain.  No foot pushing down the pedals like driving a spade into the ground digging someone elses grave.   Alas. My chain skipped over the big ring and dropped on a down hill.  Paul the bastard did try to encourage my speed, with a nice pacing hand on the back, but to no avail.  I was only at mile 40 into the 72 miles to ride.  I was dropped.

The group was out of sight, and I was in a beautiful way.  I had no idea where I was, but I just rode forward.  On.   I came to the river, and looked at the intersections road sign, and started to pull out the cue sheet to even see if any of these roads were on the ride. 

A mini van pulled in beside me, I gave a friendly wave, "hello, how do you do?  How do I get to Holicong school?"  My face and body covered with road grime, standing alone in my wet kit, on this quiet road.

she pondered me, and then, "turn left, turn left, turn left.  15 miles."

"Thanks" I said, and with a cute soccer mom smile she drove away.

I liked the word Holicong, a nice word, exotic, child like, dangerous.  It just stuck with me.

I made it back, signed out as accounted for, took some grateful beers and drove home to deal with the broken bits and mud covered kit.

a Fools classic day.

                                           d. lowe

Let's Wrestle

One of the many of my favorite places to ride to.   I have to ride a really punchy hill to get there, and I seem to seek it out when my legs have gone, and I want them to feel good and fast again.

There's no magic to it, just need some spinning and napping and back into the work-out rotation.

Work kills my legs, makes them socks full of sand.  I can fake it some.  Like on the Drives ride tuesday.  But, I did not have that top end, that pop.

The band, Lets Wrestle, was perfect.  I wish I was Joey Sweeney and could write you something, but my mind, like my legs don't have too much pop tonight.  

In fact, I hope that Lets Wreslte's music is the soundtrack to my dreams tonight.    I'd like to have cartoon dreams once.   Cheers, good show wankers!  thanks. dlowe.

Jury Duty

Monday I reported to jury duty.  I was worried I'd be selected, never got called to a court room.  I had and 1 1/2 hour lunch.  I fell asleep in the sun, on the court house plaza, and awoke covered with the tree blossom petals.

cheers, d.