I'ld like more projects please!

After BIKE MONTH I had a little loss of motivation.
By little I mean total.
One part of a mass realization was:
"what am I doing with this blog?"
It's not always bike focused.
It's actually just posts on the randomness of my life,
and a part of my life is that I ride a bike.

So if it's not 100% bike,
who's gonna read it.

So I let it sit for a month.
And I concluded,
who cares?

Liberty on Bikes! is nothing more than the obvious
that being on a bike
gives you liberty.

And this blog is the online diary
of a guy randomly stumbling through life.
Nothing more, maybe alot less.



So after six or seven years,
I finally made some progress in building 'the' ramp.
and it's slowly taking shape.

We have two foster dogs with us.
Yeah, that's nothing new or shocking.
But one reminds us of Pig,
our dog who passed after fourteen years,
and the best dog ever
(everyone uses that, but in this case it's true).

I finally got around to getting a domain name,
and started to build a page for my work,
since that's the first thing I get asked.

Still unsure what to do with the bicycle coalition.
Can't find the motivation or inspiration to make things happen.
I have no dream, therefore no plan.

Broke the phone, but now we're operational.
So the best use of time is to do mobile posts (quality huh?).

And there we go.
It's been a week out from the last post.
I feel like a chef who is making six pots of mac & cheese,
nothing quality & tasty, just time consuming....

Go Skateboarding Day

is much like bike to work day,
that is,
ANY day and every day.

and three favorite things in one,
skating, Hensley, and the Pogues,
equals a great video part, this is life...

Fridays

Stretching out the commute home....

Interviewed

Someone gets interviewed.

During the month of everything bikes.
As I finish a phone conversation about how overextended
I feel between: bike coalition, advocacy, work, foster dogs,
photography, commuting by bike, kid's activities, blogging,
art, house projects, galleries and what seems like a million
other things, I realize maybe I need to do some shedding of
responsibilities, or buy a car.

The other phone rings. I hate phones. They exist on the
same level as cars. I need to get to work. Grab my bag, bike,
and helmet. As I walk out the door, the voicemail chimes.
Caller ID and voicemail make for my own assistant. Check the
message, it's a reporter calling about Bike to Work day. OH!
It's Friday.
It's Bike to Work Day.
But everyday is biking to work day....

We talked for a while as I walked.
Good questions.
Conversation is over.
I start my ride, then realize...
"how will my answers get reworked?",
"will it be out of context?",
"could I have said something better?".
As I pull up to work, I call Tim back.
A good ride opens the mind.
Thoughts are clearer.

Maybe I need to keep this work load.

self imposed exile...

Much like quitting your job,
then realized,
it's not gonna' get any better.
It's another version of the same.

At the heart of "it",
I think I tried to shed the identity of "being a cyclist".
I spent a month borrowing the car to go to work.
Even the camera took some time off.
Painted.
Visited the skate shop, not the bike shop.
Drove to the galleries,
and realized it takes twenty more minutes to find a parking spot,
than to ride my bike there.

Blew off the yearly charity ride,
that has been a staple for the last four years.

MAYBE YOU ALWAYS RODE.
YOU NEVER GAVE UP THE BIKE.

MOST OF US GAVE UP THE BIKE.
Then "rediscovered" it.
Then gave it up again.
And picked it back up again.
The neglected girlfriend that will always take you back.

Everything's OK, right?