Sometimes to go forward, you have to look back at where you’ve been. And flush. — Unknown
That bit of wisdom was seen scrawled on the restroom wall of the Burger Barn in Hoopa, California.1
Archive | August, 2020
Pack It All In/Macro Monday
Having a plan on Friday proved useless, so I entered Saturday planless and brainless. In other words, it was just me being me.
I was up around 8 for coffee, toast, and a couple of dippy eggs before lubing up Mr. Burgundy (not code for sex) and getting my shit together for a quick ride in the rapidly warming morning sun.
The Plan
Some say that the best plan is not having a plan at all. Hmmmm….
It Be
“I’m going to do an Out and Back Better Than the Trainer Ride™ today! Wait…” — Me
Bugs and Pasta
Like a moth to the lame, a lemming to the fire, and a virgin to a cliff, Macro Monday has returned! [insert feigned applause and mumbled groans here] This time, it’s a two-parter.
The Trees Win
Say what you want about the necessity, value, and quality of the—went on a bit too long—Soiled Chamois mini-shit show entitled The Quarantine Chronicles, it motivated me to write. Now, not so much.
Marco & Meatless
Like getting rim-burning runs after a hot wing and Natty Light binge, Macro Monday is back! To be honest, I don’t know what that means, or why I felt the need to type it, but what’s done is done1.
Surprised Legs
I don’t always ride two days in a row, but when I do, I make sure it’s the only two days I ride all week.
Random Present & Futures
Someday this will all be over. Eventually, I will wake up in the morning and know what day it is, and care what day it is. Someday the country won’t be a polarized and divided dumpster fire, and the name of the orange fuck face in the White House will just be a despicable footnote in the pretty darn, not bad history of our country.
Until that day comes, I will keep doin’ what I do to make life fun: ride bikes, take photos, hike trails, love my wife and kid, watch the footy, drink beer, and make food.