Weird Thoughts

On those days I found myself in the park working on singletrack alone, my mind would wander. Not being one (1) to hinder fun, I let it go where it wished.

One (1) day I was remembering little sayings to help a dude remember shit. I have two (2) examples.

Easter Bunnies Get Drunk At Easter. Or E, B, G, D, A, E. Or the notes on the strings of a guitar – from the highest pitch to the lowest.

The other is True Virgins Make Dull Company. Or T, V, M, D, C. Or, from my pilot training days, the True course, plus or minus the magnetic Variation, gives you the Magnetic course, plus or minus the Declination, gives you the Compass heading.

Perhaps you know of some. Lay ‘em out in the comments. I’d like to know. That’s just how I roll.

In another instance I was remembering what someone asked me. “What are you going to do when you’re done with these projects?” They were referring to the singletrack project and the U.S. Bike Routes project.

I had to think about that one (1) some. I guess the very first (1st) weekend I DON’T have to dig in the park – because the project would be complete – is sleep in both Saturday AND Sunday. And maybe have grapefruit Mimosas for breakfast both days.

One (1) day in the park I did give it some hard thought. What AM I going to do, say, in about a year from now, when things are complete and things are in transition. I think I shall take a break and take a trip!

When the sky is the limit as a dude daydreams while swinging trail building tools, realistic possibilities come forth. My touring bike is gathering moss. Maybe some sort of bike trip. I’ve wanted to see some of the western U.S. National Parks. Perhaps a bike trip from park to park to park.

I’ve wanted a European trip for some time. My ideal would be to catch a flight to Marseille with touring bike and gear along. Then, proceed to do a tour of Southern France is search of the very best in local wines and cheeses.

My typical Sunday morning is to get breakfast at Queen City Bakery. Not only do they have the best in bakery goods in town, they have a shared copy of the New York Times. This past weekend there was a great article about Machu Picchu and that general area of Peru. Evidently, there are more ruins than just Machu Picchu. They are reasonably close together and would make an awesome trip traveling around seeing the stuff.

Sometimes the mind goes strange places. Sometimes the thoughts are quite mundane and other times quite personal. But the weirdest shit are the dreams I have when I’ve taken over-the-counter sleep aids coupled with red wine. Hollywood will never come up with scripts as cool as those dreams.

Ride On.