MBG rides in: Juan & Marcia & Philbert are sleeping. Me=King of the Hill, recovering from work. Clay just came home from Cowpoke's. Joey=disappeared in Cowpoke's "never to be seen again." Then we all meet up and King of the Hill doesn't matter anymore! Phil's ears perk up. Lindsey is reparking! Everyone hugs! Phil's wagging his tail and his butt!
I walk over to get beer. Hunter takes out his tofu sandwich. Things are opened, rolled, consumed. We relax from the long day, the road.
Pretty soon Hunter busts out his toolkit and in no time he and Justin looked like a coupla regla bike-docs in the middla da room and were all there, havin a great time reunited. They finished the repair and a few of us get on the go--out for an adventure . I can't comment anymore as I didn't go on that journey--I stayed back with Lindsey and Philbert and all pretty much passed out. I woke up 2-3 hours later, to Juan, Marcia and Lindsey talkin. I got up and got ready to go back to Htown and saw Jason sleepin but no Clay, Hunter, Little Bike or Justin. And that was the last time I saw my beloved bike community. I have been contemplating certain topics as of late, including but not limited to: identity, cultures, comparing and contrasting two different, completely unique environments. Dogs. Friends. Family. Organic. All natural...work with what you've got. Savor the moments. You can't control people. You can't own people.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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