... and other innuendos for crashing,
just another mechanism of denial we use to keep ourselves pedaling forward when the hill gets steep/ the turn gets tight/ the pack gets squirrelly.
You have to ignore it at the present, channel it beforehand, and laugh about it after.
OR it will own your ass.
I'm not hatin' about it, I'm as hooked as the next guy.
Something I was thinking about all week before I heard about the Vickerator repaving the roads outside of Chico today....
Heal up soon,
brutha!
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Hey J, thanks for the well wishes. Maybe the broken wing will make me more like Hernando! I'll be back!
Vic
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