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Tuesday, August 05, 2003

AIR PUDDLES

The last week has been like riding through wet, warm puddles in the air. The humidity has been in the 70%iles, and the temp mid-high 80's. I water the plants when I get home just by standing over them, and dripping away. Thank god for closeout shopping, where I got a big tank of gatorade concentrate, enough to make 6 gallons of drink, for only $2.99. I am slurping a glass of that after each ride to work in the morning.

I'm not complaining though, cause when I try to ride through the snow, I'll be thinking of August.

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Monday, February 09, 2004

A HALLUCINATING TRIP

Its cold and wet out as I ride into work, my head down and my thoughts numb, my intent forward and my path clear. Rolling onto the Walnut St. ped bridge I glance up and the way ahead is untraveled. One walker only, and on the cement paved sidewalk at that. My knobbies make a low rumbling vibration as I travel over the open metal grating that makes the travelling base of the bridge. Dark metal openings letting the view of the blue ice through and I meditate on the frozen river momentarily. Suddenly one of the stone column piers that support the bridge begins to enter my view. First the base as it meets the icy river, then as I move forward the stone pier looms more into my full field of vision. Head still down, soon the column takes up my field of vision absent of the river anymore. Soon the top of the column will meet the bridge itself and I will pass over the column and begin moving towards the next. I know that my way ahead is free, that the rise of the column stops underneath the bridge travelling surface, but my mind suddenly tells me different... Read the rest here