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Archive for the 'Riding' Category
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Thursday, March 11th, 2010
Balmy nights, pleasant days.
Well…almost…if you squint a bit.
Spring is here…or so close by as to make no difference.
And those nights…those nights are just plain magic…and the thunderstorms…they hunt me yet again.
Or maybe it’s the other way around.
And I ride.
The worries left behind. The stress scattered to the winds.
Blood, bone, muscle, and steel once again [...]
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Monday, February 1st, 2010
Meatloaf…says it all for us…
[Boy:]
I can’t forget the feeling of your sweat upon my skin
And the trembling of your body on the day you let me in
That happens once, only once, in a lifetime
[Girl:]
On a summer night’s surrender with nothing to lose
You were scared and so was I when I gave myself to you
It [...]
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Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
A new short:
Only the lonely…or the lost…are about this night.
Precipice
CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer
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Sunday, December 20th, 2009
When I run up this way…and come across this particular sign…I can’t help but say, “Oh heck yeah. Let’s do THAT!”
For some reason the wife always blushes…
CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer
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Wednesday, October 21st, 2009
Took the long way home from work yesterday…250 miles worth by the end of it. A great ride, and I needed it…sometimes serious blasting down the highway is the only way to blow the cobwebs out. Commuting, no matter how enthusiastically speedy, simply doesn’t cut it then.
A run to Hico for some pie and to [...]
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Monday, September 14th, 2009
No good every comes from a midnight phone call.
Jerked out of a sound sleep, I rolled over and clawed for the phone.
Bad news, no doubt. Even the wife knows it…in her sleep she mumbled, “That can’t be good.”
Work needing help? A wrong number? A friend in trouble? Somebody injured…or worse? All of those flashed through [...]
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Friday, August 28th, 2009
Ravens…true ravens, are quite rare here. We have the magpies in plenty…crows for short (even though a raven is a crow), and there are some really big ones of the magpie variety…this is Texas afterall…but there is no question when you are looking at a raven.
Very, very rare here.
But there are a few. Ravens that [...]
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Thursday, July 30th, 2009
Points at yesterday’s post…
That’s not a commute.
THIS is a commute! (points at pics below)
80mph+ on The Dragon…paralleling the storm…barely beating it to work.
Big, fat drops. Some spatterings of hail. Lightning snapping down from horizon to horizon, heartbeat keeping time. That feeling in the pit of your gut… Yeah, okay…not quite beating it to work.
Refreshing…that’s the [...]
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Wednesday, July 29th, 2009
The most dangerous thing…
My wife worries about me when I’m out on a road trip. My Dad does too. Both have told me so. Mom just sprouts more white hair.
But it’s not the road trips that will get me…it’s the commute.
This morning I had four (!) oncoming cars turn left in front of me. In [...]
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Monday, July 27th, 2009
It was a wonderful week of great food, great people, and exceptional riding in the mountains.
But the destination…is the excuse.
On the way up I took two days…and spent one entire day just riding around in the mountains.
For the journey home? Some high-speed solo running was in order.
7 gas and goes.
1/2 bottle of sun-screen
1 breakfast burrito
1/2 [...]
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