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

Monday, May 14, 2007

Do it shine in the light? Is it platinum, is it gold?

Girona, ESP
Sunday, May 13, 2007

After a brief stay at the Historic, my mates and I are hang’n out in the ghetto. The short walk across the river and into the working part of town made an unprecedented change in the quality of residence about. In the “old town,” across the river, everyone was either a tourist or too rich care, but here the people mingle in the true fashion of the country- making for a much more realistic experience. Regardless, we’ve at most glanced over our shoulders riding through here, but now were liv’n it and learning the reality of the whole thang.

Girona, ESP
Friday, May 11, 2007

After careful thought I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s nothing to do in Girona. Although at first glance people seem to scurry about in route to activity, the truth is that they’re either a- shopping or b- eating… both of which require a hefty jaunt about town… none of which I’m interested in on a regular basis.
So what does that leave me to do? Nothing. I ride, eat and sleep. I’m certain that the people in Girona don’t shop and eat out every day, so as to what they do the rest of the time… your guess is as good as mine. Perhaps they watch TV… of course the language on all but one channel is Spanish, German or French.