TONIGHT, AFTER A LONG DAY OF WORK... after a spritely gallop along the coast... after a 1000' extracredit climb... I sat on the bench outside our shop.
Alone, I bathed in the racing and retreating streaks of sunlight.
I felt clean and complete.
Fortunate beyond words...
... I didn't move for quite awhile.
I thought of Major Taylor who's biography I'm reading, and who loved his enemies. Of Gandi, who encouraged us to be the change we seek.
Earlier in the day I'd called a friend who lives near LA. We're different generations, different colors. We're dads who love our families. We're bike riders, who encourage others to ride. It was good to catch up.
I think that's one of the things I miss most about not having much of a commute... time to call friends who are far away, just to say Hi...
... it always turns to bike riding at some point, because bike riders are my people...
... and my people gotta ride.
These tshirts are the softest thangs you'll ever put on... and after one wash you can't even feel the ink.
Stretch n Roll
7.5 hours sleep