Moment of Clarity

So far this week has nose nuzzled the innards of fat man's dingus- house appraisers, bug guys, inspectors, and general douche baggie type folks have inundated my home and life. But today, I ONLY had to work on the mag, put a second coat of paint on the bathroom, be Mr. Mom, deal with the bug inspector (we have none, and I must say I'm a bit shocked by that), and RIDE.

SWEET FANNY MAY IN D-CUP YES!!!!

Sure, it was a short 1:20 ride, but it felt like a hit of smack to my veins. Bone dry trails, not too many leaves down, a bike running smooth, and legs that to my surprise did NOT feel like two hair stubbled sacks of stale, stank puddin'. It was indeed a moment of clarity amongst the stress of buying a house, selling a house, moving to Michigan, and dealing with my mental state falling to pieces in a shards of fat lined, beer soaked suck.

It was good.

Every time pushes me to the brink. Dirt is there to bail me out. Thank you dirt.

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For the first time in years Interbike is going on and I could really give two flying fornications about it. Nothing there will make me, or you for that matter, faster, stronger, lighter, or better. Eat good, ride lots, have fun, ride what you can, when you can. I rarely do those things. That's why I sort of suck ass. But they are some pretty keen guiding principles. I love seeing some new bitz come out, but the whole marketing ball suck of Interbike seems a little much. Not that I don't someday want XXC there to show folks what they could be part of rather than what most newsstands offer, but I doubt that anyone would get it anyway. For now I think guerrilla marketing will have to do. It's cheaper and cooler than a trade show booth in Vegas. But then again maybe that is why I've made $5.25 in the past 10 days? Hmmmm.....

By the way... Watch your back, trust no one and assume 62% off all people are douche bags. A homeless man on 5th Ave. told me that once. He was drunk and smelled like piss, but it still seems right for most occasions. The sentiment, not being drunk and smelling like piss. OK, maybe being drunk could work for most occasions, but smelling like piss is a little too "hey everyone look at me!"

Sorry for that last bit, but my online therapist said I should up the misanthropy on the blog. Mission accomplished.

Later.