There's No ExcuseHey! My bike has been down for a full-blown rebuild and paint job and the weather around here has been weirdly wet and all that equals No Riding which usually means I compensate by doubling my already prodigious alcohol intake and the blurry keyboard makes composition difficult...
I Blame MittPlus the election brouhaha nonsense is making me crazy and I have been listening to National Public Radio at work which usually leaves me suicidal by quitting time.
How I Spent My Summer VacationBut the future is bright! Tomorrow the Old Schwinn will be finally ready for a photo shoot even if I ain't: a month or so of no riding has left my ass as wide as a, uh, wider than a, wait...well it got big and a few days ago at the end of a six-day weekend involving whiskey, beer, really cheap wine, store-bought pizza and wings and peanut M&M's and lots of broken glass, in a moment of despair over my Lack of Style I decided to give myself a haircut. Now my dog barks at me when I come into the trailer and then, to make matters even more worser, I accidentally, (while trying to perfect some new dance that is all the rage in Korea or France or one of them places), lost my balance and stepped on her tail and so she packed up her things and moved back in with the Blonde.
Lonely is the HauntedEnough is enough: the dog is gone and the Voice ain't talking to me and the bike will be ready and I really, really need to get back on the Road. Until then, my friend George Hahn put this up on his site today and I promptly stole it. Here it is:
So until I get some miles under me and something bicycle related to tell about hang in there: my recent decline was actually all about missing Interbike this year and when I pout, I can really pout.
Whispering Pines Trailer Park and Halfway House