|Under the SE 6th bridge along the Des Moines River Trail. The latest graffiti. Fitting.|
Took some time off the bike. Damn near gave up. Started innocently enough. Woke up with a killer headache and decided to sleep an extra hour instead of riding in 20F weather with a NW 24 mph.. Or woke up and it's a cold wet snow. Fuck it, sleep an extra hour. Or gotta drive 90 miles after work best save an hour and drive to work. Then it became the Sudafed/Claritin Blues. My allergies/immune system went ballistic due to exposure to dust and mold (90 miles away) that I almost went through a box of Kleenex over the weekend. Just take the pills, sleep in an extra hour and do not aggravate things by riding an hour and 6 minutes in 20F weather with a NW 24 mph headwind. Rest and live.
|Some people call it smack, junk, dope. Automobiles are very addictive. This one is too.|
I blame the truck. It's comfortable. The heater is divine. Stereo. A place for my coffee. Did I say it has a heater??? 4WD. Huge and I will live if some fucktard plows into me. She's an easy lover. Heroin. Did I say that could sleep in an extra hour? Arrive to work dressed for work? Honestly, I really don't want to ride that 12 miles any more.
But I need to. I don't care about the price of gas. Still cheap. Keep the rpms low. Charles Lindbergh and Chuck Sweeney taught me that trick. I will buy a beer for the first person who can tell me about the references I just made. Think Pacific Ocean not Atlantic.
Farm Bureau finely put the bicycle rack out. I have only bitched about it since February. Time to put up or shut up.
It has been 9 days since I have been on a bike. The last ride was to Blazing Saddles to meet former co-workers. Trust me. Better to ride a bike to a bar than to drive. Cabs are better still. So the remaining days I drove. Weekends were shitty so I did not ride. Even the television stopped me from riding. I watched The Pacific dvd series from HBO when I could have been out there riding. But last week I needed to be elsewhere and the bike would not cut it. And this dust/mold exposure almost wiped me out. I have going to bed as early as 730 pm.
|The bridge on the Des Moines River Trail|
So today I made the effort. Put the bike with studded tires away for the season and grabbed a road bike. My 2200. Aired the tires. Road to my bank and hit the ATM. Road back south and purchased required items for dinner at B&B. Then I hit the Des Moines River Trail. 8.1 miles. Felt great. Just like old time. Nearly got hit by a Buick downtown but that is to be expected. One thing I did while I drove was to be aware of what drivers do not see. That bastard would never have pulled out in front of me if I was in my truck. But bikes are stealthy. Never forget that.