May Days. Hummmm. I was thinking of the calendar. Then I was thinking of a boat. Then I was thinking of both. These May Days are blowing in with the Northern wind. Common this time of year in the Northwest. It is the first real hint of things to come. Afternoon winds, blue sky, 75 deg. These are the perfect days. The days I ride and live through 6 months of rain and dark for. I have lived all over this country. There are some wonderful places. Great sights, history, water ways, food, people. The NW has fine late spring weather, great summer weather, good falls. Add this to some great biking roads and you are in my kind of heaven. Add to all this, very low humidity all the time. I am lucky everyday to ride my bike here. One more thing, not that many bugs. Not that many bugs, all the time, all year.
Yesterday was one of these days. It took all day to get to the ride. It was a fight in every direction. Always something blocking my path to the road. I had a 100 mile in the car this day. Just to get a new pair of bike wheels. Everything was working to keep me from the day on the bike and road. I needed the new wheels after cleaning my now old wheels and finding some huge stress cracks. By late I was screaming MAY DAY MAY DAY. I just could hear the sounds coming from my soul. It was a kick the dog kind of day. Or kick yourself for no reason. Just to feel some pain. I got out on the road at 5:07 PM. I was going to ride myself into the ground. I just had to get rid of the day. Move on to some other way of a better day. It was the only way I understood to break through the stress. Ride hard, ride fast, find hills.
Everything for a reason. No mystery. Everything is connected all the time. Prices are paid for days like yesterday. I paid some of the dues this morning. Redefining my simple place in the world. Small, simple, unafraid. What you see is what you get. What I see is what I see. I try not to look past the actions if the moments. Mary Anne and I will share steak tonight before she teaches. On a fresh ironed table cloth from Italy. Flowers, and a setting. Tomorrow is another day. Today is a new day. Dinner is the only place I want to be in the world. Mary Anne is the only person I want share everything with. God I love Mary Anne.
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