Too much driving = feeling bad.

Today will be the third consecutive day in which I will have driven to and from work. On Monday I drove my Rockfish frame to Quality Welding in Charlottesville on the way to work. I'm having them repair the crack on the seat tube, just above the bottom bracket. They gave me an estimate of $30-$50  and a 1-2 day wait time. Excited to hear from them. I also bought a 1" threaded fork with cantilever mounts and a 9" steerer for the Rockfish on ebay. Pretty costly: $70 including shipping, but those things are super hard to find.


It is supposed to rain and thunderstorm all day. After work I'm heading to Community Bikes to build up bikes so they are 100% ready to sell at the shop or on craigslist. I've emailed the list to see if there are any mechanics out there that want to do the same. I hope that I can turn this into a regular thing. Maybe 1st & 3rd Wednesdays, 6-8pm? Wednesday's Wechanics.


Being off the bike since Friday has left me feeling really crappy physically. It's my main form of exercise and stress relief, regardless of how slow and stressful traffic can be. I feel pent-up, sore, exhausted, and almost sick. Gotta get back on the bike.


Listening to: Bomb the Music Industry! - Bike Test 1 2 3
Full speed along the North Oconee River.
I can feel it in my forehead and while that always fails, my lungs are getting clearer.
I see trucks racing by on the roof above my trail, cops are waiting to ticket anyone with out-of-state plates.
I'm not missing anything.


Swore off all prescribed medication and rode two miles through nowhere to a water fountain spitting out hot water. 
I sit at a bench at a compost heap and I'm about to pedal up a sixty degree slope.


At the top of a hill at a very rapidspeed there's only one place to go.
At the top of a hill at a very high speed there's nowhere to go but down.


And it gets easier as I ascend my bike uphill on foot 'cause last time I kicked it into first I broke a gear by going too hard.


And it gets easier as I pass the Edward Scissorhands village where privileged white kids date rape girls and taunt me in their SUV's.


And it gets easier as I see the double vans in our driveways, I'm glistening but I know that some day I won't even break a sweat.


And it gets easier, as time goes things can only get better.
R-I-D-E. I wanna ride.