Sunday, October 04, 2009

I live cement

Excuses are like assholes, we all have them. Yes to pass up a day of riding because you weren't into it is a crock of well shit. But it happens. The gray clouds hung low epically after talking with the woman that brought me into the world. Body and mind still tired form the long season, and the lack of racing and such can reek havoc on my mind. What would Black Francis do?
The wheels will spin again, I just need the spark to light the fire . As coach said this will be one of the days that I look back on in January and say damn it I should have been out riding. What sounds like fun and maybe I need to get the ball rolling is a night race/ride up to the Trempealeau Hotel and back. Light 1x1's and a beer @ the Hotel then back to Onalaska..?? Something needs to give... Surfer Rosa changed my Youth!

1 comment:

Matt said...

Beer is good motivation.