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

Friday, April 18, 2008

Saving the environment

4.18.08

On the last segment of my training a few hapless days ago I came across someone worse than hapless; pathetic. He entered my sights from afar and as I locked on the blood began to boil and all sorts of unbecoming thoughts flooded into my mind… one of which was sending him into a ditch. I was shocked to see it and shock frequently leads to disregard for common law, but in this case I got the better of myself, settling for a simple blow by and almost a gesture of disbelief. The problem was that there was someone wearing a rock racing jersey in a town where no one wears cycling apparel beyond the stuff you find at payless or whatever. This guy had to go out of his way to get his hands on this crap. I should’ve pushed him into the ditch.

posted by Tom Peterson @ 10:49 AM