Fortunate Man
Point Arena, CA, I walk through a scene in a Edward Hopper painting. The ride south through Mendocino County is epic. The winding curves down Highway 1 offer some of the most difficult, and consequwently rewarding, roads on which to cycle in the world. The ride south on The One into San Fran has developed a rythmic quality, pushing hard up the short, steep hills and flying down the winding oceanside descents on hairpin turns that are the things of Audi comercials. The beauty of these hills, as a biker, is the unique ability to outrun trucks, taking the corner at thirty miles per hour and pushing into the next hill as the drivers are downshifting, struggling to maintain control on the tight curves. The ride south keeps getting better by the day. Today, as yesterday, I consider myself a truly fortunate man.
posted by Yonder Vittles at 7:23 PM
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Massillon, OH, I speed from the "wet basement" trial to the Catholic elementary school. It's not a scene from any artist's catalog, but many parents' book. At the end of the trial, I think I have caught the other party in a lie, but does anyone but my client and me care? Really just want to get to the halloween costume parade by 12:30. The children come out hand in hand--way too cheery for the holiday at hand. Guess I'm way too cheery too. Parade circles by me the second time--steal a kiss from my kindergarten son. Only afterward wonder if it was too much. Screw that, I love my son. Today, as every day, I also consider myself a fortunate man.
who misses his bro.
Thank you for the polaroid of words. Instant, beautiful and true. I also miss you, aaron.
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