Rode 15 Friday night, had to work Saturday so I couldn't stay out late. Saturday worked till 3,
got home at 3:20 , changed, geared up, left the house about 4:10 Pm. Took the long levee ride to the other end of St Charles parish, came back to Audubon Park , it was dark by then.
No pictures , just riding , concentrated, steadfast, intense, endorphins bouncing around like laser beams, at about 50 miles it came over me like a chill, I was there, nirvana, life is good, life is high, nothing mattered but that moment, the moon was full , a line of clouds shadowed the front of it ,it reflected the lenght of the river, what a beautiful sight to be alive to see. Did I really see it really or did I see it but not really. What's real and imagined in my life melds with the music, the meds, the endorphin high, gives me a distorted, interesting, off beat, view of life, I usually conceal it from most people because of the difficulty making an empty coke bottle understand the Pythagorean theorem , I don't understand it myself , I just have to live it , It keeps me looking inward then outward. While riding down St Charles all the college students were lined up at the grills for their Saturday night dates, smelled good, the grills, about that time the Beatles were playing "A Day In The Life" part of the McCarthy is dead myth, it's well recorded, a little psychedelic long and deep. Every song reminds me of something, in 1970, living in a one room apartment with Marie off Post in Alaska with 10 other MP's, (we were all close), Marie was visiting one of the other wives for chit chat, friend Larry came over, we did a little Boones Farm Tickle Pink, enhanced, and decided to listen to some music. Larry got his Acoustic Research AR3A's I took my Pioneer 727 out the box and opened the Garrard turntable , we hooked it all up and like true music lovers sat the speakers (3ft tall) on kitchen chairs right in front of us,
we sat on the other 2 kitchen chairs, opposite the speakers, we started with some Jethro Tull, then a little Hendrix War Hero's , then it was Beatle time. we spun "A Day In the Life" , volume range 10, our hair was flying back , the front two legs on my chair were lifting off the ground,
we were there live and on the stage. Suddenly I tell Larry, Paul McCarthy''s spit is passing the mike and hitting me on the arm. Larry said that's impossible McCarthy plays on the left not the right, we swapped places , then Larry says to me , your right but it's not Paul ,it's John ,
I reached over the counter behind us and pulled off a paper towel , we wiped our arms dry and continued on. Things aren't always what they seem to be, sometimes their more.
You have to open up and give it a chance to reach you. Sometimes your in love and don't know it, sometimes you think your in love and your just infactuated, or as Hendrix says in his song "is this Love or Confusion". He also says "Manic Depression is a frustrating Mess", Here!,Here!
He doesn't say anything about OCD or AADD. Guess he died before those came out.
That's how the ride was, I could feel McCarthy''s spit it was so real. That's focus, that's intensity,
that's lunacy, that's a great feeling. I'm almost sixty years old, I"m gonna feel good every chance I get and by next Sunday evening I'm gonna feel like Lance Armstrong. Sure I won't win but that's not my goal, my goal is to finish without help , all the way. I don't concern myself with other riders, fast or slow, I row my own boat, ride my own race and I decide if I'm a winner or not. I'm ready , I'll have plenty pictures, and a blow by blow of the MS Tour 2010.......
Wound up doing 75 miles Sat night , got home at 11:30 pm.
later
Gary
PS - yes , I'll die trying if necessay.
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