When we were in high school, the cops would run us up out of anywhere we parked long enough to say hello. One place someone figured out we could sit around and not be bothered was a graveyard. I never found it so much spooky as just plain dumb.
Sitting around on the grass watching other kids smoke pot while eating potato chips. My god, it was painful. What else does one expect in high school? It is a painful time for everyone. Growing into our bodies and out of ourselves. Like arrows drawn back taut on the bow, we were ready to set forth into the world.
And we did. I landed two thousand miles west in Arizona.
13 hours at sea: msnbc.msn.com
Eternal moonwalk: eternalmoonwalk.com
Le Tour: tdf.sbs.com.au
“This is harder than I thought”: velonews.com
The Tour as training for Leadville: cyclingnews.com
I don’t train, I practice: kentsbike.blogspot.com
Shit man, make that shit work for ya. Know what I’m saying? Work smarter, not harder.