I'm sure I've said something similar before, but I just realized:

I feel about bikes now as I felt about skateboarding in junior high.

I riffle through bike blogs, virtual page after page, from my office, like I did with skateboard magazines at school--trying to wring out every drop of information about the style, the culture, the best tips, the top gear.

I admire pictures of bikes like I had ogled over skateboard deck graphics from the latest CCS catalog.

I envy the commuters, tourers, messengers, and freestylers artfully photographed alone in a crowded city street; in a pack climbing a curvy mountain road drenched in the light of the rising sun...

I live vicariously through the stories and articles and epic photographic essays from behind my desk, both then and now, waiting, impatiently, to get back on the wheels that allow me to connect to my surroundings, but also brake free from the alternatives that are so pedestrian...

right now

i want to ride my bike while eating the cookies that C made yesterday

weekend

Not much to report: family came down this weekend--always good to hang with family... my brother had his last collegiate football game--unfortunately his team lost, but they out-performed the other guys, no doubt. exciting game for sure.

i've got poison ivy on my face in a couple spots, namely in the area of my beard scruff. sucks a lot.

got some good rest, completed a couple errands, saw J&M's beautiful new house (they close on Tuesday) and it's only 10 minutes away!, C is cooking cookies, experienced a chorizo/egg/bean/potato burrito this morning--not bad, but not great, especially not with coffee...

also, i just successfuly wrapped handlebar tape on the cross check. i'm really pumped about it. i'm hoping it doesn't unravel right away... wooha wooha gotcha all in check

words to learn to live by

To get thine ends, lay bashfulness aside; Who fears to ask, doth teach to be deny'd.

Robert Herrick English lyric poet (1591 - 1674)