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

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Wily thieves

Girona, ESP
Tuesday, June 26, 2007

I went to the cafe today to use their internet, and I met this guy who spoke english. He was real friendly like until he found out that I rode bikes... after that he had not a thing to say. He said he was from Sevilla, maybe people from there don´t like bikes. I don´t know. He thought I was from England first, then I told him I was from Seattle. Oh! No wonder you sound English, British Colombia obviously has a profound influence on Seattle. I don´t know about that, but I´ll grant that he´s exceptionally savvy with his geography.
I was just trying (when I was interrupted) to get the low-down on the life and times of seattle via the live radio stream of kiss 106.1 over the internet. Evidently it´s to be sunny in the 80´s... quite well indeed. & trying to cancel my bank & credit cards again... because someone is living large off them at the moment. Someone in Barcelona... Someone who had enough of my information to activate them... Someone who intercepted them in the mail in route to girona... Most mysterious indeed.