Stupid is as stupid does. Or, something anyway.
Ya’ll know the drill, get up and get at it. Nothing feels quite as right as the morning sun coming up as you eat miles. Nothing in this life comes easy. Well, nothing worth doing anyway. Being a father is work, being a husband is work, being a cyclist is work. And, you know what? I wouldn’t change a thing.
‘Round these parts, we fly them colors. Got. Damn. Right.
I’m not sure what this thing is measuring. If I had to guess, and I suppose I will, I’d say it’s 43 miles to Easton and 25 miles to Trenton. But, I’d probably be wrong. Don’t worry, I just finished law school. I am well used to being wrong about all manner of things. NJ Towpath pdf here: http://www.state.nj.us/transportation/commuter/bike/pdf/drcanal.pdf.
I made it to Frenchtown. Sometimes that’s just enough.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I’d say I just earned myself a Tastykake.
My mind rolled over Charles Pelkey a few times today while I pedaled along, just my thoughts and I. Cancer. And, let go from Velonews. I don’t know what is going on with that company at the moment, but it promises to be interesting.
I’ve traded a few emails with Mr. Pelkey over the years. He too went through law school as a middle aged man. He sent me notes of encouragement. And I appreciated it very much. Now, he can use some himself. Send your vibes over toward Pelkey, folks. http://twitter.com/#!/Charles_Pelkey.by