I haven't posted much lately, and this one won't be very long due to time constraints (I have about 8 minutes to finish, ya see). However the other day I met up with Oly and got to see his Fargo in person for the first time. See the shorts? 60 degrees that day.
Today I was driving around doing half-lunch-hour errands when it really hit me. I've been in a funk, a.. zombiefied existence if you will. tense. edgy. grumpy.
I need to ride. I need a couple hours just to get lost, to focus, to come back to reality. A warm day, a warm breeze, a long road.
Then, I imagine, the smiles will come back.
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It's winter. It gets to the best of us, that's just the way it happens sometimes. With the nicer weather, and more chances to ride when it doesn't feel like "work" you'll be back to yourself in no time.
Joe
Joe - Amazing how that works (nice pun, eh?) isn't it? Now that it's fun, I'm finding every excuse I can to ride. Helps to have a wife/family who understands the insanity, and some damn good weather.
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