The Lightning Round

Thursday night’s trail pack was cut short due to lightning. We had several riders, we were doing laps, when a small –ish storm crept in. Wisdom being the better part of valor, we decided Monk’s was the place to be.

We rolled in just ahead of the rain to find two (2) birthday parties and only one (1) bartender. After an extended wait for our turn the call was made to order two (2) for a double-fisted extravaganza. A thirsty roller can’t be waiting around for beer.

The rain increased in intensity so we moved inside. After a buzz was attained we decided it was probably time to depart. But, the rain had not let up. Stuck at Monk’s – damn! OK, maybe one (1) more.

I rolled home a bit later than I wanted for a school night. Oh well, the “I’ll sleep when I’m dead” was the theme – again. Friday came around and the proverbial ass was dragging. But, here we are staring the weekend right in the face.

The paying job is very busy, trail building is still in full swing, and the bit of leftover time is spent either riding or hanging with friends. But, something is missing. Unfulfilled? Unrequited? Untied? Under achieved? Under the radar? Uncola? Un-something. There’s a hole that is hard to put into words and even harder to fill.

Ride On.