hell of the north portland

There was some exitement about the footballs today. I looked at it, beer in hand and my aching legs propped up on the coffee table.

I liked it okay. The little boys were interested. So yeah. I watched the fuckin superbowl with my sons.

It was boring as shit. More boring than baseball, which is really boring. I love baseball. But it's pretty dull.

Not dull: Fast, trading pulls pacelines along the river with a bunch of hard-charging bastards. Like nails. Like railroad spikes. Numb hands and shoe covers.

Try to think about anything but holding on. Taking your bit. Falling to the back and looking for your pace in the awful wind. Awful.





pics by Jose. Thank you, Cthulu.