"I'm not dead..."

Oh boy, do I suck. Suck at this whole blog thing. Sorry about that, my faithful reader/s (Mike). Guess you haven't had any reading material on the throne.  Anyway, I used to be able to just tap tap tap at the keys and put out some sort of time filling garbage that made me feel good about myself or at least make you crack a smile.  Holy Crap a lot has happened to me in the last year or so, and with the magic of storytelling I'm going to start at the present and work my way back, well at least back to a few days ago.

In a land not too far away, in a country where everything is bigger, there was a young boy... wait, too far back.  So, this last weekend I drove down to see the parents for Easter and to get some riding in on those choice Texas roads. The weather was perfect. When I say perfect I mean Perfect, not Panhandle perfect where the wind is only 20mph, I mean the flags needed Viagra it was so windless. Perfect. This never happens. Seriously check the history books, talk to a groundhog, do what you gotta do, but it is always windy. Well, except for this last weekend. I could not even fly my kite for the Easter tradition -heartbroken... sorry Grandma. It put a whole new perspective on the cycling in the Panhandle for me. Amazing is a pretty strong word. Beautiful roads, equally beautiful weather, and the stark emptiness of the land made for a religious experience.

I would, and will have to say that getting to share it with my parents was as they say "Priceless". Days like that don't come around very often. With that being said. When you ride in harsh, or less than perfect conditions all the time (like in the Panhandle) it makes the good days that much better. I guess what I am trying to say is... is. Make sure that when you get that "perfect day" you hold on to it and you appreciate it for all that it is worth.

It's short, don't know if it is sweet, but that's what I've got and that is what you are going to get. I miss writing like this and hope to be able to get back into a good rhythm. This is my favorite time of the year, it's the Spring Classics, and de Ronde was just two days ago. I've got lots to say, just having trouble getting it out into the magical 1's and zeros.  Stay tuned you never know if I will write again.