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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Yeah. I like my bike. Had em longer than any girlfriend, longer than most friends, maybe that will change in the near future. People who don't ride don't understand it's a love affair; the spin, the wind, the breathing, consuption of adult beverage after the ride...it's a lifestyle. Did 65 miles today on the road bike. Went from Hendo to Saluda then down Holbert Cover and back up the 17 switchbacks and back to Saluda> Greenville Watershed then Hendo again. What a day. I thank God for my ability to ride and clear my mind of funk. I should tape record rides cause i come up with some great ideas but today all i could do was recite the chorus to Mojo Nixon's "are you drinkin wif me Jesus". I'ts not a blasphomous (sp) song but a kind and friendly way of perceiving Jesus. Jesus, he's my friend and Jesus is just allright with me and of course Jesus just left Chicago. Any way, this is me and the bike is what propells my life, keeps me looking forward to another day and if you don't understand that, don't want to accept that and think you can change that...well don't waste my time or yours. You may fool me for a while but not for the long haul...and i hope i have a long haul. If you break up U-Haul it can sound rather pleasant and Hawaiian U-ha-ul! My friend John Duval coined that one while helping him move to some hot sunny place where he forged his way into matrimony and thank god not alimony. I hope all who read this have exquisite peace in their day and get a smile from someone who really cares about them and knows them. Next time you're at the bar, smile and take another sip and say a little prayer and a thank you to Jesus, cause you know he's there with you.

DJC

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