October? What October? I have some vague fading dream of stumbling through a wood at midnight in the rain with 5 rounds in a .30-'06, a failing 3-led headlamp and a spinning compass, hands and elbows smelling like blood, and a sinking feeling that I wasn't alone... but I just can't place it anymore. The whiskey haze that I supressed whatever October was with is lifting and for some reason all my wool socks have gone missing and my ammo looks damp.

And then, suddenly, this:

I dug around the clothes bin and pull out some lycra. Arm-warmer. Jersey. Found a bike pump.

Found some dirt

Found out the Red Sox are turning into the new Yankees, and found out that in some parts of the world bike racing never really stops... maybe I'll get my hung-over hairy ass in a race number and start 2008 already. Is it time? I think maybe it is. Oh, my head... .

tasty...

"breakfast" burrito

all your calories in one meal so you dont have to waste time with two others... mmm... tasty.

in other news, death rates from cancer in america are down.

i speculate that it's because people are dying of being fat, instead.

Time flies when you're not riding your bike. I think I can count on both fists the number of real 'rides' I've done in the last 4 weeks. It's good. The desire is coming back. I warrantied my '04 Fuji frame for a new one, '06 model this time, and switched all the parts off my red steel burley frame onto a gold steel burley frame, this one with larger diameter tubing and a sloping top tube. Why? Why not?

It's almost time to ride again. Get dusted at a few cross races, pile on some long distance rides to warm things up and halt the steady decline of fitness.

Or not.