and then there are the days when three hours seems like a lunch ride. or a run to the post office. or the hardware store. why are some rides so easy so damn efficient so free from worrying about the cog i’m in while others are all second guessing ‘n shit. a rhetorical question. was rolling it today. had good thoughts. coulda’ finished my memoir if only there was a dictation machine on my back. today was swell. ride perfect. weight perfect. dinner perfect. prefer scotch to bourbon six ways to sunday. three hours. mine. irene adler. know when you are beaten.
All This By Hand