We ain’t gonna die … Its been a long, sad day – Be well and do take care!
the only things I remember about
New York City
in the summer
are the fire escapes
and how the people go
out on the fire escapes
in the evening
when the sun is setting
on the other side
of the buildings
and some stretch out
and sleep there
while others sit quietly
where it’s cool.
and on many
of the window sills
sit pots of geraniums or
planters filled with red
and the half-dressed people
on the fire escapes
and there are
this is really
something to see rather
than to talk about.
it’s like a great colorful
and surprising painting
not hanging anywhere
What does it mean to be the best? It means you have to be better than the number two guy. But what gratification is there in that? He’s a loser—that’s why he’s number two-
Oddly, many of you have been asking where I will be riding this year. The list below is by no means complete, who knows? I may not be “feeling” particularity motivated one weekend to go out and grind some gravel, choosing to lie on my yoga mat instead. Either way, listed below is a tentative list of events I plan on riding in (minus club rides, charity rides and late season cyclocross).
I’m always open to ideas and rides in your neck of the woods as well!
February 2nd 2014 – Frosty Bike Ride
February 16th 2014 – Ice Bike Fourteen
March 16th 2014 – Iowa Spring Classic
March 23rd 2014 – Iowa Spring Classic
April 5th 2014 – Renegade Gents Race
April 19th 2014 – Red Hills Roller
May 31st 2014 – Dirty Kanza 200
June 28th 2014 – Odin’s Revenge
July 12th 2014 – GONG Ride
August 16th 2014 – Gravel Worlds
September 13th 2014 – The Wicked Wilson 100
October 18th 2014 – Omaha Jackrabbit
November 1st 2014 – Gravelicious Gravel Grinder
Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.
How can I call the lone night good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
Be it not said, thought, understood—
Then it will be—good night.
To hearts which near each other move
From evening close to morning light,
The night is good; because, my love,
They never say good-night.