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A weekend called "milkshake".


Friends, beverages, bike and nature, not all in that order but swirled together in a weekend called milkshake, and it tasted perty damn sweet. This past weekend was "milkshake". I reference my ex live-in sailor of girlfriend's one time description of a peanut butter milkshake we shared at a little soda shop in Brevard. We each had a few chewy sips out of the white styrfoam cup. The cup wall was spackeled with peanut butter and rich vanilla ice cream. We were quiet and quiet was a stranger to us...she looked at me inbetween bites and sincerly stated "this is the best GD F&^*^ing milkshake i've ever had." Not exactly speak you'd expect from a well educated woman but we were still sitting in the soda shop. It just came out of her mouth with force equivalent to blowing liquid out your nose when someone makes you laugh. It was a force so strong it had to blow. Milkshake.

We celebrated a season of riding. Old friends, new friends, happy dogs, new dogs, old bikes, old trails, new trails, new speak, stories and letting loose. We didn't care if you were a lawyer or bin lauden. As long as you were there to shed light on the common thread. Don't ask don't tell or something like that, just don't be a hater.

I'm grateful to be a part of a group that doesn't judge me, doesn't mock me, doesn't pour guilt on me but simply accepts me and allows, encourages and demands for me to be me. I sure didn't find it in any of the Churches I've been to but once again, here it was in the middle of the woods. I didn't want it to end but the yin and yang called so home i traveled, knowing that the mundane task of work must be executed with glee or i wouldn't be able to come back next time.

I just say thanks to all who participated, all who wanted to but couldn't and those that didn't even know because they make up the yin and the yang and without knowing how bad shit is you can't know the opposite.

Thanks to all for the great weekend.
By the way, bikes are cool.

Comments

moonbeam said…
Sounds like a great weekend, especially since no one this year told you that there was a "shit smell" coming from your mouth. :) Found your blog linked up with B Nicholson... you always referred to as the "guy on the Steve Potts bike".
Uh yeah,couple of years late, sorry about that comment.
October 17, 2007 at 5:39 PM
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