"Triumphant" Return.
While I took a break from all things bike (including this blog), went turtle, and tried to heal, traffic here fell off. A lot. As in, not even my faithful Micronesian villagers and French porn-bots were checking in anymore.
Can't say I blame them.
Like riding itself, starting writing regular entries in this blog is a habit I have to actively cultivate. It's too easy to be lazy. Carving out the time to write in an already busy day isn't easy, especially when all you want to do is dive head-first into a bottle of Flexeril.
But here I am, trying to make a new start and return to my old habits. Hopefully while I'm at it, I make new ones, like not falling down. Sounds easy, doesn't it? Just avoid the pavement. If you look at a satellite map, you'll find there's a lot more unpaved territory than paved. Yet somehow I have cultivated a knack for homing in on the asphalt like a cruise missile.
Boom. Season over.
Yeah, I'm slowly working my way back into a rhythm. Back into the feverish bike passion that has defined me.
My triumphant procession has a noticeable limp sometimes, but I'm moving forward.
Can't say I blame them.
Like riding itself, starting writing regular entries in this blog is a habit I have to actively cultivate. It's too easy to be lazy. Carving out the time to write in an already busy day isn't easy, especially when all you want to do is dive head-first into a bottle of Flexeril.
But here I am, trying to make a new start and return to my old habits. Hopefully while I'm at it, I make new ones, like not falling down. Sounds easy, doesn't it? Just avoid the pavement. If you look at a satellite map, you'll find there's a lot more unpaved territory than paved. Yet somehow I have cultivated a knack for homing in on the asphalt like a cruise missile.
Boom. Season over.
Yeah, I'm slowly working my way back into a rhythm. Back into the feverish bike passion that has defined me.
My triumphant procession has a noticeable limp sometimes, but I'm moving forward.
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