Thanksgiving

I plan a ride to combat the tryptophan coma, and perhaps putting together a pinhole camera this evening.

Happy turkey day to those in the US.

The grind

I feel as if I don't have much to say, recently.

All of my miles are commuter ones. To and from work, to and from grocery, to and from random errands. I pass the same places day in and day out.

It's interesting that even things that generally make a ride unpredictable, like weather and traffic, don't even register on my radar anymore. Even passing this corner, with the bakery just up the block, doesn't register. I used to love to smell the cinnamon and nutmeg while I waited for the light here. Now, I'm up off my seat in the big ring trying to make the light, just so the ride is over. Just so I can get there, already.

I still notice the little things. The graffiti, the little inspirational signs all over the place. Random poems on phone poles, sharing space with bids for salvation and eternal life.

I've worn a path in to the pavement, and I need to get  off of it, I think. I haven't ridden just for the joy of it in a long time.

I need to fix this. Post haste.

Long time and all that . . .

I've been away for a bit, working on some other projects, but I think the hiatus is about over.

I've been grinding away at some uninspiring miles- home to work and back with variations in route and such. Nothing off the streets, nothing too interesting. But it has given me time to do some thinking and make some observations. Those shall be forthcoming.

In the mean time, it's coming up on the second snow of the season, and time to ride in the white. Fun times, people!