woke up one morning and looked at the clock noticed 13 years had passed but I was still sitting in the same spot standing by with more tattoos a few wrinkles around the eye
where have you been? how long were you there? what exactly were you doing? what did you plan on doing after that?
feels like leaving 13 years of marriage to reënter the dating pool looks like leaving the witness protection program to reënter the work force
the career path appears circular with a hole in the middle winding back upon itself round and round holding 120 psi clinchers… 700 c that’s 622 bsd
winding up stepping down transitioning from the streets hitting the handi-ramp hard catching some air landing who-knows-where
have to start someplace pick a landmark on the horizon a point of reference like the valve stem go back two spoke holes counterclockwise on the upstroke down by the river I’ll meet you there where close enough is ± .003" just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there smell that smell on the breeze in the air burning neurons bonding lifelong connections connect the dots acetone daydreams fade into caffeine sleep
I'm looking to Jeffrey L. Kidder to explain all this stuff clearly, academically and perhaps less emotionally. You know, from the PhD pov. Seriously. really for real. sincerely
We’re talking no room at the ex-messenger halfway house to transition back into society and and and therefore jumping in with both cold turkey feet at 2:33pm on a Monday in September. Oh and getting a new job that at least has a strand or two connected to the bike world rolling on the most incredible carbon fiber wheels in the world world like planet earth world.
PPS... it's like a balsa wood model airplane enthusiast that works at Boeing on 787s all day and returns home to play with toys. Or actually more like a guy that builds Formula-1 race cars but drives to work in a 1985 Dodge Omni. that's like me and carbon fiber
Dude, I like carbon wheels, can you hook me up? Just kidding, but get used to it. :) Way to get out without getting all the way out, it's the only sane way to go.
Yeah not easy to break out. Can't count how many times I got sucked back into it. Congratulations on making a clean break. Making bitching carbon wheels now? That's badass.
a little less conversation a little more action...Elvis, Your attention to detail has been duly noted. But as you know I take my coffee like my carbon fiber, black.
