The 13th Ain't Got Nuthin'

After the past 3 days I've had both mentally and physically, I awoke this morning fully prepared to walk out into the front street, lay down and pray that the first primer gray Camaro that came down our street would take full aim on my skull and end it all.

After a 10 minute scolding hot shower, I only SORT of felt like doing the whole street/Camaro/skull thing. And after some coffee and some Tylenol I pretty much chucked the whole idea and just went to work.

While not operating at 100% I was operating at 60% which was sorta like feeling 100% better. Know-what-I-mean? And I would have loved to have had a easy zone out sort of day in my walk way non cubical, BUT it was not to be. I was pretty much doing shit from the time I sat down until I left at 5. In the end that was OK by me. It took my mind off not feeling great, and helped me stop thinking about all the other shit (fallen trees, paint chips, mortgages, etc., etc.,)

I did find time to escape to Pro Bikes on my lunch hour in hopes of fetching my Big Mama. Sadly Chuck was dealing with a variety of shop issues a brake shim was forgotten at the South Hills shop, so the rear brake is not good to go yet. But I did get to see the build and hang out with her for a bit. I am SUPER stoked. She looks great, and is lookin' mean.

While I didn't put her on the shop scale or anything, I'm pretty certain that she'll weigh in the high 20s. (27.75? 28.4? I'm joking). I was impressed with how the bike felt just picking it up. I really expected it to feel like more. It didn't, and that's a good sign to me. Me thinks she's gonna be JUST what I want her to be- Soft in the right places but butch/leather bar tough.

Today was a nice reprieve from bad luck. House painting stuff was taken care of, the fallen tree is gone, the Big Mama is almost done and I'm feeling a tad better. I have some appetite back, and I even let myself enjoy a 90 Minute IPA tonight. Not sure the burning cough in my chest will allow a ride tomorrow, but if not I will lay about, hydrate, and look to enter next week's training rested and healthy. My next race (and first 2009 enduro) is only about 3 weeks away. Sweet!

In the end Friday the 13th had NOTHING to give me that the 10th, 11th, and 12th didn't already hand me. So to you Friday the 13th, I drop my pants and moon you whilst slapping my ass cheeks in a taunting manner. Pffft! Maybe next time brother.

Now, I'm going to bed where I plan to sleep my ass off and NOT have chills mixed in with heavy sweating and fever fueled dreams all night.

Later.

Don P., Are you the sort of guy to wear dress shoes with full spandex?