Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Elated with life

North Bend, WA
Wednesday, October 11, 2006

It’s never felt so good to be back in the rain drenched confines of the Pacific Northwest. & the fact that they speak English makes it that much sweeter… Of course it’s not really rain drenched and it’s not actually suicide season at the moment- those pranksters from Cali are just try’n to bring the moral up north down a few notches. I don’t know why they do that, maybe they just get sick of waiting in traffic or something…
Anyway, after waiting a bit for my ticket I finally got it two nights ago. I think that’s what it was, maybe it was three. Nevertheless I flew yesterday on what turned out to be what felt like the longest flight I’ve ever been on. Everything was good on the flights, only one transfer, a whole row to myself from Europe, yet it felt like I left half my life on that flight. I don’t mind though ‘cause now I’m back in the US, everyone speaks English, and I’m looking forward to just chilling in this happy rainy place for a while… It’s never felt so good to be home…

posted by Tom Peterson @ 7:25 PM