The Tour is 6 weeks away and my efforts are pointed to peak at the right time, not too soon and not too late. I'll hold the Saturday 50 and add to the 25 Sunday, this don't' include the 30 on weeknights.. Ran into George on the River Levee, he's on a faster bike, his goal is to finish faster this year, I think he has the bike and the persistence to accomplish his goal, as for me, someone has to come up the rear and make sure everybody gets in safely, I just wish they'd
leave me some grapes at the rest stops. Here are some pictures of some beautiful streets in the quarter ( click on them to enlarge). I love the stoops and small porches. I've sat on a few of these in my younger days, dated a girl or 2 that lived in the quarter. The Mississippi at night , what a sight. Yes, my other bike is a huffy, when the TREK is in the shop I ride the Huffy, it's slow but comfortable.
Today I thought about risk and returns. So I ride on the street a lot, I ride on the West Napoleon Speedway, I've taken the ride of death on Williams Blvd, I've cruised on Simon Bolivar,Washington,Freret, Esplanade, Rampart, etc , etc, etc, without a bullet proof vest.
Traveled all over the French Quarter, the Warehouse District, the Irish Channel,
St Roch, even Tchoupitoulas St. from one end to the other, why, why why, . . .
Without risk there is no life, to live is to escape death, what an adrenalin rush , a death defying
act every weekend. If you want to see whats out there you must take the risk, go see.
You don't get great pictures sitting on your sofa. I don't take risk for the sake of taking risk, and the risk are calculated and controlled, timing is everything. When they walk past my casket,
(hopefully my MP3 player will be playing), know that I lived, not just existed, got scared,
got courageous, got mad, got yelled at and yelled, I've chased and I've ran, emotional life,, gives you reason to continue on in spite of whats hurled at you. So if the bus runs me over, don't
feel bad, I knew the risk, and probably took it head on cussing the whole time, may even have pictures of it happening . No, I'm not Captain Ahab and the bus is not Moby Dick, it's more like
I'm Hemingway and the bus is a bull in Pamplona.
MS Tour , first weekend of October, for more info go to , (mslouisiana.org.)
