Full Speed Ahead

Looking west from the top of Pig Farm Hill over the early morning mist

I haven't stopped writing or riding, but at the current pace my life is flying by at, I don't have time to collect my thoughts and communicate them in a clear or concise manner as is fitting for a blog or time enough to construct my words into paragraphs, sentences, and phrases which work grammatically and flow seamlessly into one another by integrating billowing metaphors like soft clouds on a summer afternoon or brilliantly colorful adjectives adroitly and appropriately alliterated so as to draw a reader into the simple unified and tightly woven singular topic of the particular posting at hand.

Possible posts if I were to take the time to write:

• First Commute to Work ride in a long time, and how it only took me 1 hour and 12 minutes to go the 20 miles home from work in spite of my long absence from the bike, and the 1 hour and 30 minutes it took to get back to work the next morning because (Must think of good excuse for going slow - Possibly insert old stock photo of Pig Farm Hill at beginning to insinuate that I was stopping along the way to enjoy the view).

• Crockett Loop - DNF - because Dianne's glasses were completely obscured in the increasing mist of a Thursday afternoon group ride.

• Morgan Territory - Mt. Diablo, 75 miles, intended to be three of us but reduced to another solo ride through Morgan Territory as result of Vince's new bike's pedal's mechanical failure 8 miles into the ride, and my subsequent attachment to a 4 rider group with whom I drafted and chatted for the majority of my ride.

• Bridge to Bridge - 35 miles with the Saturday morning group, where Vince and I raced ahead of the group all morning until he flatted in Benicia and failed on the new tube because of a faulty patch and I loaned him one of my spares and all the other riders finished long before we did.
  

Or, Maybe I'll just leave off posting until I can come up with something to write about.