I raced today

78 mile road race in Fredericksburg started at 1030 during one of the hottest spells the Lone Star State has been through in a while. I can't remember the last time I rode that many miles let alone raced them in the TX Hill Country. A short pedal to a 24 mile loop with 1200 ft of climbing per lap. We were rewarded with a full rolling enclosure (that means we had the whole f'n road to ourselves). I missed my feed on the last lap and rode the last 24 miles with one bottle of hot water.
Cramps, oi cramps!
5 guys finished in front of the field. I played my cards right and won the field sprint for 6th. I was hoping to make a lil scratch, but after entries and a $10 burger, I just broke even.
No doubt today was a long brutal day and there was many displays of brute strength. Fir me, there was a lot of surfing wheels just so I could be sure to finish. So while rcing today, I had time to write a lil diddy. Goes like this:
Sittin on the back
Pickin up the scraps
I'm gonna be
Mr. R. I. P
And when I'm dead and gone
Sing ur kids this song
The story of a life
Written on a bike
(repeat 25x)

Too Far To Tell

Im starting to think you never existed at all

so I stuffed a callin card in the mail.

I set the timer,

waited,

but couldn't tell.

I kept the lines open

but its way past my bedtime

so come callin in between

sheets or dreams.

A dial tone

when no one's home

& Im still waiting by the phone

TipToe

Its not enough to love someone.

Stories spread away the stars

and where we are is along some long bedtime story.

Should have been a perfedt ending

but the rush roundtrip kicked us right back where we began.

As long as were starting over

we can end this one on a good note,

good nite,

good bye,

good boy.

Strange it seems these lines were copied out of a book I wrote to myself.

Lines rewrote themselves cause I wanted to hear what Im listening to now.