Last Sunday... no church til Brooklyn

Last Saturday, toodlefest2008

Final Friday... on a bike

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Thought I'd post a picture... to brighten the black up a little.

F-day

First of all, I'm completely over-joyed for all the fathers out there. Congrats, hope you had a great day and keep up the good work!

Next, I'm so glad yesterday is over and gone. It is the worst day of the year for me. No card, no call, no reason for one really. Every year fathers day makes me contemplative... big surprise, eh? Makes me wonder, am I or am I not? This is what I thought about for most of yesterday. No, I don't feel mad, sad, glad or rad. I feel... acceptance. But then there's more. I call my dad and he tells me happy fathers day and then the dagger to the ribs, "Did you hear from her today?" I don't think he understands.

In other news, I think my warranty has expired. I haven't felt the same since my little noxema, x-machina, imponea... skin episode. I guess my youthful elasticity of the soul has expired. I forgot how I thought, some of it kind of came back.

Poser, dood

People seem to have the impression I'm a bike nut. This is not true. I'm a soccer nut.

As I was riding to work today, I saw a fellow biker. He probably eyed my patented "toodle" peddle style, my minimalist yet sturdy steel hardtail with fashionably faux-pas pink lettering steed, my chrome bag, my camo-bianchi cap and possibly the fact that I ride lid-less... and thought, "Oh, this dood knows all about the cyclery." (About cycles, not celery.)

Then, if this dood is actually in the know of bike people in Lincoln, he would think, "Wait, I've heard rumors this guy can't change a chain, true his wheel, patch a flat in ten seconds flat, name the last ten winners of the Paris-Roubaix, name a good brand of crank makers or pop a wheelie."

Well, the rumors are true.

Now, I'm not sure if I ever created an image of bike nut or if people created an image of me for themselves, but the image is false.

So, next time you see me, think, "Hey, that dood can kind of stay up on two wheels," and not, "I can learn something bikeful from that dood."

bike think

1. I was fine on the ride to work after the diluge of rain... Until I got to the zoo. Do you think if I called the zoo people, they broom off all the debris from the trail by their area? I am zoo mud butt today.

2. If you see Gravy stopped and changing a tire, don't watch. It makes him nervous, like he's taking a timed test that decides his fate, a SAT flat tire. This small amount of stress caused me to biathalon yesterday. Oh well, I just pretended I was doing a bike/walk for charity.

3. I'm getting cotton picking tired of all the crap in the JournalStar about people complaining about bikes not following all the rules of the road. I'm almost tempted to do just that. Those rules include being treated like traffic. How would all those drivers feel if I got off the sidestreets and took the arterials to speed up "my" ride to work? As traffic, I'd take up the whole lane. I'd stop where ever I'm supposed to stop. I'd slow down to signal. I'd where my helmet and get all the right blink lights. I'd bring this city's traffic flow to a crawl. Then how much bitching would people do about bikes on the streets? Less? How long do you think I'd survive?

4. On a side note, bikes are supposed to stay to the right on highways. I'm always nervous when people ride side by side on the highways when someones rapidly approaching from behind. Sometimes that's the only time you'll hear me talk on a road ride, to hear me say, "Car back."

All cherry

Well, the grey skies are coming and going. It's damp and humid, then a touch of heat and the days teeter on the side of just a bit uncomfortable. So, these are days.

Well, I'm not going to turn to the dark side just yet. I'm going to count my lucky stars and crack a smile through the clouds.

I may be the dumbest bag of hammers ever, but the all the nails in the world better look out, I feel like banging my head.

So in other words, "Look out pits, I've ordered cherry pie and I want it now."