Just Don't Care About Anything.
Notice the new look of the blog? I like it much better than the previous theme, it’s much simpler and lower maintenance for me. With all of the complexities available on these internets, it’s very easy for me to lose sight of why I write this damn thing. As friend Q relates, things are often much easier if you just don’t care about anything.
Now, more writing about riding.
Today is day five back on the bike. It’s also the first day that I haven’t gotten up at dawn to ride an hour before work.
The view in Upper Bidwell Park around 8am.
Riding my bike doesn’t just feel good, it also improves everything else that isn’t riding. When I get to work I have more energy, and the day doesn’t start to drag in the afternoon. I have more of an appetite, double dinners please. When I play guitar I work myself into a sweat. I feel like a battery that’s been charging for months.
Yesterday after work I left town heading North. The sun was passing behind the Coastal Ranges before I got to the airport, and the sky was stained for most of the ride.
Coming back towards Chico in the dark was at times a little sketchy. I almost lost the bike on some unseen gravel on Eaton road, and seconds later got a phone call from a friend in New York.
Why are you breathing so hard?
I’m riding my bike, just almost crashed, gravel.
Please stop trying to hurt yourself!
I’m not going to try to stop hurting myself. I’m just going to make sure that I do it in tiny doses over the course of many miles.