My Deluxe arrived today from Portland OW! My arms are stripier than your arms...
Mean Todd left me a little handwritten note in the packaging, thanking me for my
order. Throughout all my dealings with Mean Todd, he did not ever appear in the slightest bit mean. In fact, he was lovely. This here must be an example of this new thing I've been hearing about
This virtuous sick day thing is getting to me a tad, not the fact that I am looking after Rebecca and the kids, hells no! Rather my tendency to over think things has lead me to believe that my work might be thinking this is some kind of super bluff, my openness and honesty is the type of bare face lie that only the sturdiest of grifters can accomplish.. as I said, I have a tendency to over think things, and this soon faded.
The morning was spent tending to the infirm, listening to Millions Now Living Will Never Die and Thommo's pick.
I then spoke to the Flood engineer. was told "It was my fault, It's not my fault, Sorry, There will never be a hundred year flood anyway, I'm not giving you any of the expenses you incurred (due to my fuck up)".
I took a deep breath, practiced some five senses thinking, and told him we'd be in touch...
On the riding of bikes front, I have booked accommodation in Rotorua for May 25th for me and the family, being a union man for many years, I was able to get some super cheap, who says being a member of the Thinking Fellers Local 136 is a crock?
The registration isn't open yet, but at least having accommodation down there for the race I ain't entered into is a start.
I cast my net wide and enquired if Girl Lightning, Steptoe or Jez wished to join me for a ride on Satdee morning, no joy.
At this juncture of the day, with Thom at daycare, my mother in attendance, the sky blue, the Deluxe on my back and Standards on my 'phones it was time to head out.
My statement of "No hills seem big enough, but I'm sure that will fade" came back to bite me in the ass today, I don't know what it was, tiredness, hot hot sun, bad ju ju, what? I wasn't struggling per se, just wasn't feeling it, not at all..
Just after an hour in I found myself turned DOWN to the right, heading back into Henderson, rather than UP to Waiatarua.. I cursed myself, then began to rationalise, "well, things just didn't mesh today, Just didn't make sense". Maybe I was thinking of the Nice things I had at home All classic signs of capitulation on my part.
Suddenly,at Shaw Road In The Future came on and triggered "The Pilot". He's my resolute alter ego.. I think the sunshine and the boss tunes triggered a dissociative episode whereby I found myself pointing back up the Shaw Road Saddle, a reasonably buff climb, which would take me back into the hills. 20 minutes of climbing and rocking out later, I reached scenic drive again, and I, or rather The Pilot, flipped my steed and rocketed back the way I came, I added Minutes, Kilometers, Meters above Sea Level and happiness. That brief part of the ride made everything better. Joy.
This is better than me talking.
So is this...
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