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May 26, 2014

I bet you thought I quit!  Well, I did, but that was temporary.  I may not have been haranguing you with inanities as much as you were used to, but I’m sure you found something else to do.  Maybe bought some bike stuff?  Really!?  Me too!  I have also been working hard to earn an advanced degree in rock ‘n’ roll history.  But now this is the end of this long and winding road towards peace sells but who’s buying the stairway to heaven.  That’s right, they’ve finally ejected me from my course of study due to gross incompatibility as a result of my recent penchant for listening only to One Direction, international teen groups, and related solo acts.  That is fine, because my students at the School of Rock where I was student teaching were beginning to weary of my insistence upon synchronized dance moves and bulk purchasing of hair products.  It was grueling.  And by grueling I mean that I ate gruel the whole parsley, sage, rosemary and time because I didn’t make a single green back dollar.  Or sense, as far as that goes.  Now I am unemployed and even slightly more bitter than usual.  Alright, so there is some venting.  

How do you feel about bicycling?  I have not been bicycling as much as usual because of my studies, but I did make it out to a taco ride a month or so ago.  There was a tornado watch, but the animals didn’t seem to be concerned, so neither was I.  

Much like our ancestral forbears I seek guidance and wisdom from animals in place of this slippery notion of “rational thinking” which seems like a big crap shoot to me. 

I made it out on the trail where a deeps sense of ease, pastoralness, and right-ness permeated my being.  Then I started pedaling my bicycle and I started whining and bitching about how grueling things were.  Then that first stuff again.  I saw a sign advertising some hay bales.  

I got to Margaritaville where it was kind of cool.  I stayed there until a fine young gentleman blessed many of us with complimentary rummy bears which were f-ing feenomenol!  

I stayed for a while and then decided I would head back home instead of proceeding onwards towards Mineola.  Maybe next time.   

Then I also went on the 11^th annual Wear YellowRide a couple weeks ago, which started off briskly 

at 7:00 and ended warmly with pancakes and prizes for many.  The route was very smooth and conditions were nearly optimal.  We went past two steakhouses (Round the Bend and Parker's) 

and two racetracks (Eagle Raceway and White Sands Raceway).  Since then I have been pedaling around with Baby Toddler Snot in a new bicycle trailer that I am pretty happy with.  I will also plan on attempting but failing to figure out what is happening in the bicycling world these days.  I have heard that Brooks came out with a new rubber saddle that is very popular amongst long distance endurance bicyclers.  Well if it’s good enough for them it’s probably good enough for me the next time I decide it’s a good idea to ride more than I really should (generally a few tens of miles). 

I have been writing lots of papers about rock ‘n’ roll, so you can expect some slight improvements in writing mechanics as I return to my insistent e-journaling antics.  Also as you probably did not notice my photos are even worse than usual since I am out of practice and I've never been very good at photographing anyway.  To summarize, I am back in the saddle where I may ring my bell angrily at volumes that are louder than love.