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Holy Joy. The joy that only a wife can give to you. That was today. She and I, fat tires and in-the-woods communion. Sitter with the boys to give us that oh-so-needed grin session. Just like when we first met and we rolled in epic rain showers together railing trails we shouldn't have been on trying to mak e a B-line back to our car.


It's coming folks. I sense the change because the initial domino has been flipped. I flipped it. How can I do this? Because the one I love tells me the cage door is open. So many men have to suffer for the need to keep on keeping on for their situation. Blindly. Soullessly. My lady used her own Kung Fu power to kick the cage door open and set free.


So Bliss. I apologize. I want you back as a reader. I'm so close to ending my crappy rants of boo-hoo-woe-is-me-isms. You are my benchmark and litmus test and I heard you as you sat in the back of BCS. It spoke to me. And I know how you, my peeps want me. How I want me.


So close. On top of it. Back doesn't hurt. Mind is freeing. Energy lifting. Spring coming. Kids laughing.

Big daddy's back. Big daddy is coming back, laughing.

Fat tires have drugs in them. Do you know this?

Reader Comments (3)


Great post: absolutely, as are they all...

Enjoy the time, enjoy the moment... Something I often forget myself, easy to get myopic about one thing or another... We've always gotta be moving towards the goal, but sometimes that ends up pushing us farther away it seems...

Hope all is well with the back/hip/leg, those issues can be hard to work out. Like Boups said, try to eliminate any underlying issues that might contribute... Like that bottle...

Only 4 months to go, eh?


April 13, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAnonymous

Dude -

Hook your lady up a nice bike! I blast dudes like you - rockin' all kinds a sick bikes for yourself, and have'n the little lady on a ass beater Santa Cruz with v-brakes and a beat front fork. Your friggin spare cross wheels are worth more than that thing.

Do you want me to start up


April 23, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterBrian Bruckner

OK, OK, B. I admit I've got to dial in the lady. She just saw your comment and kung fu kicked me in the butt.

April 23, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterGreg

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