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I’ve waited and I’ll wait some more
Won’t see me knocking on another door
But all this is crazy and amazing
There’s only one half of us that I’m saving
So I’m praying just to let it go
Watch from a distance just to see you glow
Seven hundred places seven hundred faces more
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Today was a pretty sweet day. It didn’t start so great which is usually an indication of a not so good day.
Like life, it’s what you make of it.
I had all my paperwork handy and decided to finally cross "taxes" off my to do list. I had used a friend’s Turbo Tax and from the results I got, not so good. So I had an appointment for H&R block and after the red tape, the wait in line and the absurd fee for tax preparation, the results this time were amazing. I made out like a bandit. Not sure how they did it, but they did it.
I was thinking what I’d be doing with the money I’d be getting, for a few seconds there it was if I was acting like a little school girl who just got a check yes or no letter for the first time.
To celebrate I went to Jerri’s Tobacco shop and got a victory cigar(or two). Beileve it or not, last night I really wanted a cigar after my bike ride. Most people know me know that I’m a prude when it comes to smoking. Rightfully so, smoking kills 309 billion people a second. Whether it be the bus driver looking down for two seconds to light his smoke killing a pedestrian, or from lung cancer. Getting back to my ride, It started off about midday and only lasted about an hour and a half but I rode and rode. Eventually, about 4-5 miles later I ended up riding with a group of about 20 guys that do it for fun. It didn’t look like it by the size of their calves. If a guy’s thigh is the size of your head, you know it’s not "just for fun". I was chatting with them throughout and apparently they go 50 miles every other day. It’s just a bunch of random guys that they’ve met over the years, getting together to get away from the wives and life. Somewhat like myself …
Needless to say I only kept up with them for another 17 miles and then I was like, I’m done. Quite literally. I felt like my eyeballs popped out of my eye sockets, my eardrums felt like exploding with every beat of my heart. Seeing as I was staying well hydrated I used up all my water halfway through and so now my throat was screaming for liquids. Snot, pee … anything really.
It’s was then, at that exact moment, I knew what a good workout was. For me, it’s where you ride to your up most limits plus another 2 miles, and then ride the same route back.
After that episode I needed a smoke.
Being Sunday no stores were open, so today I bought the biggest, fattest cigars I could find at this place downtown on the 16th street mall, came home … sat on the deck for a bit, puffed away and watched the weather change from crappy to crappier. It started to sprinkle and with my final puff I fell asleep. It was then that I was woken by a phone call from my father and we talked about all kinds of good stuff.
Mostly about my preparation for my trip to New York. Mid July I’m heading to New York City for a day or two, then go upstate to the family reunion. Maybe I’ll share more later, but I have a great to-do list when I travel back to my birthplace. It’s going to be awesome.
Afterwards I had an itch to ride again, so I rode to the nearest gas station. It was somewhat spooky, just because I don’t like leaving my bike out but that’s me being over protective. It felt weird because the first thing I thought of was my father the first time I saw him introduce himself to my sister’s new boyfriend. Don’t look at her, don’t touch her, don’t take her anywhere and if you hurt her, I swear, so help me god.
My thoughts exactly. The two minutes I was in the store getting my chocolate milk/Sobe(I know, great combination right?) felt like an eternity.
I think I miss riding so much because it’s my escape from reality, my escape from everything really. Much like my OzweegoVille, but in so many different ways.
I think my OzweegoVille was somewhat of a physical pain getaway for when I was younger, where as my bike is more of a mental getaway. Hard to believe I’m sure, but it’s the truth. Life is to a point where the quiet sets in, the nights are filled with "what now" and I now see how my life varies differently then those in which I share it with.
Life is so great for me right now. I think because everything just seems right.
On the flip side, there is something right now that just doesn’t seem right. A dark and silent scream from within myself which has no voice, nor an audience.
Just for me to listen to and sort out.
Mat Kearney ~ Where we gonna go from here.
<i>I just can’t get this song off repeat. It just fits the mood.</i>
All of your ways and all your thunder
Got me in a haze running for cover
Where we gonna go from here
Where we gonna go from here
Car lights in the driveway
I wonder who’s going coming my way
Tomorrow we’re turning down the highway
With another bright stage on a weekday
Green grass and a radio
Watching it fly past and away we go
Seven hundred places seven hundred faces more
[chorus]
All your ways and all your thunder
Got me in a haze running for cover
Where we gonna go from here
Where we gonna go from here
The back of your eyes look like my mothers
When we talk your like my brother
Where we gonna go from here
Where we gonna go from here
Time is moving on our side
How could I miss you to another guy
Pull of the ocean and the roaring tide
Is bigger than my eyes or my design
Father got a best plan
Saving his daughter for the best man
Seven hundred places seven hundred faces more
[chorus]
I’ve waited and I’ll wait some more
Won’t see me knocking on another door
But all this is crazy and amazing
There’s only one half of us that I’m saving
So I’m praying just to let it go
Watch from a distance just to see you glow
Seven hundred places seven hundred faces more
[chorus]
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