Hmm.. This is 2K? No, It's Not

I really thought that my 2,000th post would have a bit more ommmpf (making ball cupping gesture). I had apologies ready in advance to you and to myself because there is not ball cup gesturing ooomf to this post. Although there is the normal lowbrow nonsense and general bike related nothingness, since that is pretty much the bread and butter of this blog. BUT as luck would have it (also called double checking) it seems that Blogger counts drafts as posts, and I had a good 30 or 40 posts that I started and never finished for various reasons. So now I have like 40 more days until I feel the pressure of a 2,000th post about nothing important what-so-ever.

I seriously have a ton of work to do on XXC #11. But I am just NOT feeling any artistic mojo. Sort of creative constipation, it's very frustrating. I have some great articles and my mind is just not letting me "feel" what I want them to look like. I might have to do some sort of Beatlesque trip to India, or lock myself in some sort of Native American sweat lodge, with a bunch of beer, and design books or something. Usually riding is where I get most of my ideas and creative energy and I have been doing a lot of that lately, but still.... Nothing. Curses.

I had planned to take today off the bike, get in front of the computer and do some damn work. I did do some web work, did some proof reading of an article, some downloading of art, and then. Nothing. Then I looked outside, saw the sun peaking out and temps head heading into the high 50s.

"F*ck it."

With the Jake's front wheel in no state for riding, I went and got the El M, kitted up, grabbed my camera and headed out into the wind for a 30 mile square loop. Today's ride was about 60/40 dirt road vs. pavement. Most of the pavement is pretty damn rural though. Hell, even the part that I THINK isn't that rural, and sort of busy, would be considered low traffic stuff for most folks. I'm not complaining, that's for sure.


One stretch of pavement was just perfect today. It was like rural spring in a nut shell. A low traffic/no traffic stretch, some nice rolling hills to get up out of the saddle on, a warmish breeze, and the smell of hay, manure, and mud in the air. I'm not gonna lie to you... I love that smell. The only spring smell I dig more is honeysuckle. That shit makes my loins antsy.


The only real downside to my ride was the lack of photos. I clicked a few here and there, but the creative constipation is even blocking that orifice up right now. So just one pic that I liked of a marshy area along the road and the ever popular "here's what mud spatter on knee warmer-ed legs looks like" photo. Oh well... I did get a 2 hour ride in. I fully expect to get a bunch of hits from some freaky foot fetish folks that dig crooked toes, veiny feet, toe jam, and talon like nails. Might be time for a pedicure. Or would that my too Cabriolet driver like?

Tomorrow is a day off from most everything except a bit of work (I hope). B-Man is off school due to parent teacher conferences, so I will be Uber Dad (at least as much as I can be). Speaking of B-Man... super mad terrific props to him for a stellar first grade report card, and an amazing year so far at school! We had our conference with his teacher tonight and couldn't be more proud of him.

Now to go turn my garage into a sweat lodge, fire up some incense and meditate in hope that my creative juices start flowing.

Later.