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, October 22, 2007

Anticipation

Monday October 22, 2007
Bellevue, WA

I’m feeling it; the breeze, the ominously dark clouds, the dim gloomy, eternally rainy days… that lead to one thing, the divine, purely sanctified and absolutely rectified arctic warrior of the STL. Perhaps most people don’t understand how this works, but let me be the one to tell you that it’s a welcome change. I always value a cyclone in place of a sunny day in the off season. How can you even appreciate the off season if it’s not dark, cold ‘n rainy? That wouldn’t even be right, it’d be loco… dude. Regardless, as the state of the nasal passages turn unsullied, the force of the indoor trainer pulls & the voice of ‘Barn Yard’ whispers something about the mental utopia. The moment approaches…

posted by Tom Peterson @ 6:03 PM