so the truth is known.

Why we live. The days. The nights. The longer days. Second year for “advanced daylight savings time” here in the mid-west-USA. It is really weird daylight still @ 8 PM in a cool if not cold March. Riding the night is grand, but riding the long sunny days is so sweet. The blending of the two as the sun comes up or as it hits the horizon hours later is reason for a toast. The spring is here. I don the helmet, I mount my steed and with the sun raining on me at a mere 33 degrees at 5 PM I ride nice subtle pace, smiling and waving at all the passersby wheeled or walking, thinking of how simultaneously stoked, lucky and grateful I am to be riding any bike on a Sunday afternoon for as long as I want…until the MP3 batteries go dead, until the sun hits the horizon, I think. I think I’ll do it again tomorrow. Why we live. So the truth is known as we embark upon new endeavors.

oŭ. my. eye.

Sold a 2008 Trek Fuel EX 9 to one of my brothers. Friends don’t let friends ride junk. I laughed with old man winter while I slacked on a 40 mile bike ride in the bitter cold. I visited another brother in the hospital. I found a good friend is moving away to Madison. From high to low. You never know the hand you are going to be dealt. You just do it all over again the next day, the next year. And if needed I save the blindfold for the bedroom while I choose to go through life with eyes wide open and down the trails with eyes wide shut. It works better that way sometimes. If you looked before you “________” you may not have done it. Remember when you learned how to ride a bike for the first time? I looked back after coasting for bout’ 10 feet after being pushed from my now rather messed up father. At five there is little that is messed up or at least little that you can remember which is messed up. I hear cupid, god and the devil all speaking to me at once, they say, “Life is short,” then they lead on into some sort of fire and brimstone, garden of temptation arrow word war. All you can do is sit back and watch. Other days you look back at all that, you fall to the ground-there are no training wheels anymore. My dad was not there. He was never really there. My brothers, each one in their own special way now are my father. When they move on, it is always tough.

When did you look back? To see. The eye. Of. To see the eye of your brother laying there cut from neck to belly button. Crap they stopped his heart for 19 minutes, did what they had to do and bam. When you looked back and saw your brother move away, what did say? When you looked back saw your dad was not there, what did you do? Finding our own way is what makes us unique. Finding the path that few have taken is what makes us extraordinary. Getting back on the bike in the face of adversity is what makes you a lover.