In Between Storms


The past four or five days have been spent dealing with one storm after another: rain, snow, gusting winds, sleet, cold temps, and a bout of the black dog like I haven’t dealt with in a while. Obviously the black dog part was the worst, but the end is in sight, and for that I am grateful.


It has sucked not riding, ney, it has sucked not doing anything the past five days. Yep, nothing. Welcome to life with the black dog. But after finally getting an excellent night of sleep, I woke up at the ass crack of Tuesday feeling better than I had in days, and finally had the mojo to get kitted up in the winter gear (yet again) for a dirt road ride north of town on the PrOcal.


Spring in Michigan is always a cruel, heartless bitch, but this year she seems more heartless and bitch-like than usual. Example: it snowed Saturday and Sunday, then it melted, then we had freezing rain on Monday, today was sunny and a crisp 32˚ at ride time, and tonight we’re supposed to get 3 to 5 inches of snow. See what I mean? Bitch-like.


After wallowing in a pit of despair–for mostly unknown reasons–the past few days, I was glad to get out and blow the stink off me. However I can in NO way endorse the idea of wearing a winter riding jacket, gloves, thermal tights, and skull-cap in April, nor can I bring myself to endorse doing nothing, and wallowing in shallow pit of frozen mud and imbalanced monoamine neurotransmitters.

Glad to finally be finding my way out of the Bell Jar and I’m looking forward to tonight’s Iron Maiden show with friends. It’s gonna be super Heavy Metal Parking Lot-tastic.

Hoping the weather geeks are wrong about tonight’s storm, I could use a few more rides this week. I could also use a coffee enema and job, but I’ll take what I can get, which will more than likely be the enema.


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