I’ve been told I’ve crossed a line. Matador said it. I heard it. And then I watched it sail by my ‘how will I interpret this’ radar toward the ‘just ignore it’ trash receptacle.
Sadly, I pick shit out of trash bins if they still look shiny, so it…
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I’ve been told I’ve crossed a line. Matador said it. I heard it. And then I watched it sail by my ‘how will I interpret this’ radar toward the ‘just ignore it’ trash receptacle.
Sadly, I pick shit out of trash bins if they still look shiny, so it…
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I am rolling down a fast, long stretch of wooded downhill on Smith Grade. Flying. Air, chilled by the shade and eager to flash by my ears, whistles through spokes and dries a salty sweat crust on my face.
Empire Grade put that crust there, with its long slog of…
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RIDE FACTS Date: September 13, 2010From: Kremmling, CO To: Walden, CODistance: 78.41 milesTime: 8:11:59View Garmin Data >
Cheerios right outside my door. The breakfast nook is there, and people are quietly pottering about with their sticky mini-muffins and 2% milk. I sit and scoop the yellow wheels from the white…
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RIDE FACTS Date: September 12, 2010From: Fairplay, CO To: Kremmling, CODistance: 84.16 milesTime: 8:20:15View Garmin Data >
In the cool morning air, the girl draws deeply on her cigarette. A lung absorbing beat, then a smoky, tired sigh as she exhales directly into my face. It’s an accidental discourtesy and…
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RIDE FACTS Date: September 11, 2010From: Guffey, CO To: Fairplay, CODistance: 45.14 milesTime: 5:09:50View Garmin Data >
I’ve experienced the arctic chill of a cold look. The pyroclastic shiver of cold, hard cash sliding between the seams of my jean pockets. I’ve heard tell of folks with cold, dead hearts,…
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RIDE FACTS Date: September 10, 2010From: Florence, CO To: Guffey, CODistance: 41.69 milesTime: 6:10:11View Garmin Data >
The donut is stale. I eat it anyway. After last night’s too-lazy-to-schlep-out-for-food state, I can’t help but stuff it in my willing gob and masticate the shit out of it. My lips are…
Writer. Rider. This is where I collect the fruits of those two things.