Saturday, March 13, 2010


...the dusty black ribbons pointing West will be free of their cold slushy blankets that keep my wheels from rolling. The miles I plan to ride this year will choke my odometer with their tiny numbers rolling over, and over, and over. Here's to the future my friends. Cut the ties that bind and push on, to the sea.


1 comment:

magua said...

very well said my friend!