Ping Ping Ping. Richochet Rabbit.

Rabbits are cute and fluffy, but they still get fleas and disease and they die and get hit by cars and trucks and eaten by wolverines. Such is life, and I've been off the bike for almost a month now. "Shucks Wally, this sucks".
"So Beav, what've you been doin?"
"Hiking, listening to Purple Rain over and over and watching "The Whitest Kids U'know" on IFC.com. It's funny as all git out."

In all reality, if there is such a thing, time off the bike allows for other influences to re-enter your life, like finishing the three year kitchen re-model or writing the great Hendersonville novel. The novel will probably finish first.

No biking = too much crazy head space

Yikes.

Not sure what's what anymore. Looking for that thing called "sanity".
Sanity is relative I suppose. Those who seem to have it, often don't and those lacking can plead ignorance. So, if I never knew what sanity was in the first place would I know I lost it? Maybe ignorance is bliss. Maybe bliss is achievable.

Achieve bliss and ignorance will follow.
Sometimes, stupidity is great.

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