As I take some time away from cooking the ham (my sister is bring’n the turkey), peeling the sweet potatoes, setting the table and cleaning the glasses, I’d like to share some rambling thoughts. Today is Thankgiving. And, for me anyway, it is a day to spend with friends and famliy. To eat too much. To drink too much. And, mabye, reflect a bit as well.
What is this website? What has it been? And what will it become? I can’t begin to answer any of those questions – and I’m the guy who has been writing in this space since September of 2000.
That many years? Really?
And if I can say one thing with confidence, it is this: The more things change, the more they stay the same. It’s been on my mind this morning. I don’t know why, exactly. Maybe because someone asked me about drunkcyclist?
My response? “I dunno.”
Clear. Concise. Confused. Par for the course.
I think it’d be cool to post up the old shit you wrote, back before wordpress. Back when DC was good because you had the voice and your finger on the pulse; Vegas in 03, having no talent and still giving it hell, Leadville, all your struggle in cycling. You had the voice of the common man.
BKW is the new black for cycling. DC is dead since you left. As it should be, all things die.
Hey wait, no talent? I had at least some! Give me that much at least!
No. It is the true. I had no talent. And I’m oddly comfortable with it.
Those cats at Belgium Knee Warmers are bringing the A game. Can this site do what they do? No. That time is past. If it was ever here at all. This is a part time gig, at least for me. And by part time I mean pretty much no time.
Going to law school was like throwing myself off a cliff. It’s a good time and all that, don’t get me wrong, but it demands a lot. A. Lot. And, I’ve got two kids in diapers. You think I’ve got a lot of free time on my hands for blogging? Or, cycling. Or, blogging about cycling? Yeah right. I think I rode a bike for an hour one Saturday morning a month ago. And I found 15 minutes to write about it.
At least I’m not the only guy in the world to try something this stupid:
Anyway, you will like it, my friend. First year is tough and I almost dropped out near the end of my first semester, but I am glad I stuck it out.
. . .Being older is better. I can’t imagine having gone at 22. Like I said, I just hit 50 and lawyerin’ skewl has made life a whole lot more interesting.
. . . The cool thing about going to law school when you’re older is that time flies and it’s over before you know it. I still can’t believe I am a third-year law student. I am actually beginning to believe I will graduate!
I’m actually starting to believe this semester will actually end! I had a similar exchange with a different friend of mine with a similar “do it” vibe:
You just have to work your ass off until your drop. There is no backing out.
. . . We need you out there in the lawyer trenches. It’s bigger than just you, you can do a lot of good for all of us and you have to get there, baby.
I knocked back a few with the Erik the Tucson Bike Lawyer a week ago Friday. He finished his glass of scotch, set it on the table, looked at me and said, “You know you’re going to be doing what I do, right?”
Yeah. I know. There is no way around it. No reason to deny it. I’m in law school because I want to help people. Because I want to help cyclists. People like me that got hit. People like me that got hurt.
It is going to be a few years yet. But, I know where I’m going. I can see that ribbon of roadway leading out to the horizon. I’ll get there. All it takes is time.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.by