talk to the hand casue' the head aint listening.

Single (why not), cute (that's subjective) and educated (formally and informally) . Now on with the show. This one is dedicated to my first follower. You know you.

Did you ever have a heart to heart at a grocery store? On the phone? In the car? While sitting on the bench? With yourself? Well if you haven’t done those things you haven’t lived. Of course that is my opinion. When you are down and you have to pick yourself up. When you are up and you have to slow your self down. Your cadence is too high. Or you are pushing too big a gear. A deep breath. A trip to Florida and family, as disjointed as mine might be it is always nice…for the most part. The solitude of a 101 mile solo bike ride on New Year’s Eve ending at a fav burrito place Tijuana Flats gives you the space and time you need to think. Rides (in my case bike rides but nevertheless a metaphor for your transport vehicle into better worlds) is probably why I live. Why I love? That’s a whole another story. So this slice of life will have to do for now. I have my word and while it may take me awhile to get there I always love and I always get there. I got no time for hate. We are well into 2009 and I am well into me. My letter came as did some dreams on Tuesday. I am riding a bike this year, might I add, again, for the Fisher Bikes http://29ercrew.com/. So those dreams you have tucked in your pocket. The only one holding you back is you. You can make it happen anywhere you are. Just get back on the bike and GO! I really don’t like excuses and I am human so I in fact have made some. I’ve had that talk with myself that I speak of. Have you had that talk with me? You have if you are my friend, my brother. If you want to have that talk with me I am here. We will meet in the middle. I will have more details then. For now. My love. My life. My my eye!

Dan k.