The last few weeks I've managed 35 or 40 on Friday Night and a hot 60 on Saturday, This last weekend I had to work Saturday so I was limited to 40 and 40. I'm registered for the MS Tour, have my first donation and my motel room reservation, will put my bike in the shop in a couple of weeks for a check up , new tires, pedals brakes, chain and gears. I'll try to build up to a peak of 60 and 60, comfortably. I'll be assured of having a good time and not struggling to ride the tour. The scenery is great, the other riders, the hills(ugh!), the smells of country living. All good clean stuff, plenty road kill to admire , rows of Porta Pottys, Dairy Farms stench of manure, I'm excited and looking forward to it. These last couple of weeks the heat has been the predominate factor in any outside activity, on a bike while your moving there's a breeze made yourself , you still sweat but its evaporated right away and your biking apparel promotes this. Sooner or later you have to stop and it's similar to climbing into a browning bag that the turkey has been in for 4 hours and joining him , just lay in those onion and potatoes and cook. Suddenly sweat just appears all over your body, the heat comes up off the cement and envelopes you . Hurry up and eat, drink, tinkle and get moving again. It was so hot Saturday my hair fell out. The heat does things to your brain, I think the fluids in the brain start to boil and the serotonin and endorphins stick to the cell walls instead of bouncing back and forth, you get stinking thinking, you imagine things, or not, I rode along the levee headed to Audubon park and a young man pulled alongside me, he had an old red bike with balloon tires, no fenders, wooden pedals, wide handle bars, he had his right blue jean pant leg rolled up to keep it out of the chain, his T-shirt was mostly dirty and anything printed on it was indishtingishable, his black high top tennis were pumping hard .. I turned to face him and he did the same after knocking the ashes off his Winston , I looked him in the eye and he was me. Wow! , this is interesting !. He pulled away from me and I was relieved and gave no chase. I got to ride this Friday night , did 40 , Saturday was a washout , it rained all day, all I could do was wish I was riding. I spent about $20 on I tunes buying some blues, but it was money wasted I already had the blues, nothing Buddy Guy could do for me today.
Bought a Dilbert McClinton song that hit me right in the heart, "I never lost you, you were never mine" what a soul finder. He sings " I'll have you till the end of time ", "when I hold you in my dreams", "cause you were never mine". Patty Loveless sings "You'll never leave Harlan Alive",
I've never even been to Kentucky, but the song has soul, blues, you can feel the pain she sings about the coal miners. I've already asked that when I lay in that coffin that I have my MP 3 player attached and on, I have to hear music eternally, it keeps me alive now, I can't survive death without it . Death, the only thing in life I haven't experienced yet, I know in my heart it's terminally climatic, I just want to take "3 Doors Down" with me. Bury me in a Pyramid along with my servants, pets, bicycle, MP3 player, some urns of fragrance,, food and water for the journey. Just another journey, maybe. Back to biking, less morbid type, rode fast last night, good legs, the weather should break tomorrow, after church I'll hit the street hard. Hope full when I'm on the river levee I'll see Andy and Opie fishing on the bank of the River and I'll know I'm back in gary's psycho world where I belong. The last picture is a video of a walk down Bourbon , ran over some railroad tracks and took a spill , usual blood and guts, Pics of a halo in the sky, probably an omen, and some sunsets at the lake.
Done for now.
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