I'll have to post more,
later.
Got back,
just in time for more snow.
Worked a few days.
Now it's a week off to redo the kitchen,
the entire thing.
Pretty unnerving.
It's one thing to put together stuff for
other people, but my own?
I'm stressed, and it's just starting.
It was just a tease though,
as the cold has returned.
The cold becomes a mental barrier.
I spend way too much time in my head
thoughts that don't result in action,
just thoughts.
Like spending all day watching a bad
rerun, my personal non-bike Groundhog Day.
But the closest I've got to celebrity
in this house,
three of the puppies
from the commercial for ESPN's
PUPPY BOWL!
We just picked them up an hour ago.
Courier Breed - A Documentary on Boston's Bike Messengers from Brendan Coughlin on Vimeo.
It's rideable in the morning,
then frozen over by evening.
You learn little things,
like riding the HIGHEST car traffic
streets, and riding IN the lane.
Why?
The engines and exhaust
keep the sleet at a temp JUST above
freezing. So you can creep your way
home.
And the local bus system
has become my 'spare tire'
in a couple ways.
Just happy the bike racks
are on ALL buses,
ALL year.
But the figurative monkey
could be the snow storms
or my lack of motivation
or maybe my general laziness.
I dunno.
All I know is I'm surrounded by bikes
in various states of dis-assembly.
The motivation to get out and ride
is not helped by the blankets
of slippery stuff outside.
I must be part bear
since hibernation seems so logical.
The daydreams that help pass time
used to be filled with parts lists,
road trip plans,
and race dates.
Now that time has been hijacked
by schemes to build a motorcycle,
while I grow my ass in front of the
Dumb Box.
The Fat Bastard had sat patiently
at the shop, waiting for the decisive
ride to determine where to cut the
steerer.
The Beer Buddy lays scattered across
the work bench. The hardest part still
not completed: picking out the color.
