Thankfully There Are 31 Days To This Month

When I am asked how I am, only one answer comes to mind. Bewilderment!! Where the hell did January, February, and now March go? Seriously, where does the time go? Poof

I was on a road ride earlier in the week and was totally lacking motivation with riding hard or for power or for speed. Eat It Strava!! Just riding the River Trail to simply ride. Then it dawned on me that one of my goals was to check in with folks that I hadn't talked with in over a year.

So that is what I accomplished. Talking on the phone while pedaling along the Not So Mighty Colorado River. Phoning folks was a very simple process really. I hit the call button of the desirable contact, speaker phone icon, and slipped the phone in my flannel pocket with the mic facing outwards. Chatting Away We Went

My overall milage is short of impressive to say the least. But I am actually enjoying meandering along the desolated River Trail System. That is when a dose of reality dawned on me. Riding for the pure joy of riding. Its so important to keep anything fresh, enjoy the moment, and discover something new around each bend. Cycling In Its Unadulterated Form

I wish I could offer up the ability to share more information about these creative photos from above. I was just googling patio covering imagines and basic gazebo plans and these photos popped up. Well, the first one came up of the crescent moon, dolphins, and the serenading apparition with that recorder. That imagine took me down the rabbit hole to initiate impulsive clicking.

Crushed our latest round of disc on Tuesday. Like unreal throws and thankful The Dude was there to witness my shots. Hole #1 I let go way late with my driver. That disc flew under a willow tree branch, just cleared the top of a fallen dead cottonwood tree, and skipped off the walking path towards the basket. EASY BIRDIE. Hole #2 My driver landed further than I expected and BIRDIED the second hole for the second time now. Hole #3 and my driver danced gracefully in the air with the lofty winds and landed feet from the basket. First time that I have ever birdied those first three holes. The photo above and below are The Dude's putts. Notice below that his yellow disc bounced off the basket in mid flight. He did that all day. Drilled the hell out of the baskets but never landed inside for the make. Thankfully, We Never Count Mulligans

I've began night riding again as Colorado is in Stay-At-Home mode. I could easily roll around in the daylight but I feel more like a rebel during the moonless nights through the mean streets of GJ. During the night, critters are so active, riding without a worry as to exactly where my derailleur throws the chain upon the appropriate cog. I just cruise lightless, turn when I feel like it, and seek nothing but freedom itself.

I would enjoy socializing while riding but the higher authorities continue to remind me that distance is my best medicine. But Damn It!! I do miss companionship. For those of you that are married or have that someone special, embrace the moment. Turn to them right now and tell them why you love them so. Share with them a behavior they exhibited or presented lately that really turned you on inside.

Bacon?? 

Also, I really appreciate how many of you have streamed my latest radio shows. The show on the 18th with the Yoda quotes has 41 hits and the Global Groove show on the 22nd has 17 hits. I would be so grateful for some feedback. Good AND Bad. What would you prefer hearing, do the trivia segments bother you, or does the sound of my voice cause you mild seizures or tremors?? The link to the 18th will only be accessible for a few more days as the 22nd has about 9 days or so.

Think Snow,
Cheers