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Sad.

strange love

It's still raining some and the cherry blossoms are out. It hails and the hail falls sideways and fifteen minutes later the streets are steaming and the daffodills are erect as spring.

I say we put down the books. Walk away from the sewing. Wake up the kids.

Let's just go for a drive.

... and all the shit you missed in '67

Dance slowly, you bastards.

I bet you didn't know how cool this band actually was.

Rapha is hosting rides all over the world this weekend to collect money to benefit the victims of the disater(s) in Japan.

Today it didn't rain. I put $20 in the jar, and that will be turned into $40 by Rapha, and they will give it to the Japanese Red Cross.

I'm thinking about all those families.
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And I'm thinking about those families here going through trouble. Our friend has a big tumor in his brain and they're going to try to cut it out on Tuesday. The C.S. family is leaving today for a long drive to go help out.

You guys are doing the right thing with this. We love you so much and are sending all the good vibes we have.

See you when you get home. Stay positive.

xoxoxox

Easy, Peasy, Japanesey

edit: I posted this the day before the tragedy in Japan. No disrespect meant. Big love going out to all and hoping you and yours are safe.






"Master" tasting of the barrel components of some Japanese whiskey today. I'm drunk.

It's 5 pm, and I have to be at work in 3 hours.

Rad.

Valparaíso Cerro Abajo 2011 from Toño on Vimeo.

allez

This is the guy behind me. He drowns out all the other voices in my head.


This is a weak post, I know. And it's been weeks since I posted. Coincidence?

okay, a run-down.

SRAM Force comes in white boxes with greasy fingerprints all over them. Warehouse pickers, and then the shop guys (Amanda refuses to wear gloves), and then me.

I spent my retirement and the kids' college fund on new bike kit. See also: "voices in my head, 2011".

What began as a kick-ass early training regimen, has devolved into a bare frame on the stand, and so many packages of Belgian suds.

10 pounds down, and 10 pounds up. No worries, it's only March. The bike is back together. Still waiting on the rear deramarialister. I robbed one off the cross weapon to get me rolling. Supposed to rain for the rest of the week, but I ain't afeard. Wednesday will see me back on the snowy peaks. Maybe dancing. Maybe dragging the poor legs around.