Yay for the Iceland volcano.
My flight out of Italy is delayed 2 days so I'll be consuming more good food and wine for a couple extra days.
Dang it, I just hate it when that happens...
NOT!
Friday, April 16, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Il mio aeroscivolante e` pieno di anguille
Yes, "my hovercraft is full of eels".
Read as "I'm just giddy with ants in my pants".
What would you do if your bazillion dollar project was going to shut down for 2 weeks?
WAHOO! SPRING BREAK IN CABO!!!
Um, wait, I may be a decade or two late on that kind of self abuse.
What if the planets aligned and you had a chance to go to Italy for 2 weeks and ride your bike?
Yea, me too.
I just cashed in a pile of frequent flyer miles and I'm going to Italy for 12 days.
I'll drive home Sunday. Pack my bags Monday. Land in Bologna Tuesday morning.
Ride bike for 10 days.
Arrivederci,
Buona Pasqua
Read as "I'm just giddy with ants in my pants".
What would you do if your bazillion dollar project was going to shut down for 2 weeks?
WAHOO! SPRING BREAK IN CABO!!!
Um, wait, I may be a decade or two late on that kind of self abuse.
What if the planets aligned and you had a chance to go to Italy for 2 weeks and ride your bike?
Yea, me too.
I just cashed in a pile of frequent flyer miles and I'm going to Italy for 12 days.
I'll drive home Sunday. Pack my bags Monday. Land in Bologna Tuesday morning.
Ride bike for 10 days.
Arrivederci,
Buona Pasqua
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Her name is...
This weekend was the first days of spring.
The Vernal Equinox.
It finally got warm enough for an outside bike ride.
If you've been checking in on me the past few months, you know I built up a new road bike this winter and have been riding inside on the trainer since February.
All the snow finally melted about a week ago and this weekend it warmed up into the 50's.
In spite of all the sand and gravel on the shoulder of the roads, It was time to ride outside.
Her maiden voyage on pave`
She is:
Effortless. Like an endless road to the horizon...with a tailwind.
Quiet. Like the hush of a lovers breath.
Smooth. Like silk in the wind.
I made a couple stops for minor adjustments and then settled in for a long easy ride.
At about mile 10, I was really enjoying my zone and then some subtle thoughts began creeping into my head.
...Vernal Equinox...
...Ravens soaring overhead...
...A fox dashed across the road ahead...
At Mile 15...
I had this in mind,
She is black like the Raven and sexy like a Vixen (female fox. vixen: a woman noted for her sexual attractiveness).
"Raven Vixen",
hmmm. I'll meditate on this for awhile.
2 hours and 35 miles later...I was smitten with love.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Spring is here...
Ah yes,
I know spring is knocking at my door when the ice breaks off the creek and the familiar sound of a trickle grows as the melting continues.
I know it's spring when the willow buds open to a warm fuzzy catkin.
And soon the roads will be clear of sand and gravel so I can ride my bike OUTSIDE.


Have a Happy Vernal Equinox.
I know spring is knocking at my door when the ice breaks off the creek and the familiar sound of a trickle grows as the melting continues.
I know it's spring when the willow buds open to a warm fuzzy catkin.
And soon the roads will be clear of sand and gravel so I can ride my bike OUTSIDE.
Have a Happy Vernal Equinox.
Monday, March 1, 2010
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