Winter (otherwise know as the biking off-season) does not serve me well. I causes me to think too much about the things that I hate and bother me. If you are one of the four people on this planet that read my blog, you see a pattern in my posting dates and topics. So the clinical diagnosis is in...I am a unprincipled narcissistic introvert.
But all that changes on 03/06/2010, because remember......it's all about the bike.
The bike is my psychotropic happy pill, my Single-Barrel JD...my orgasm. It makes me forget about all of the horrible shit that happens in this world. I need nothing else, nor do I want anything else. I will never forget what Dr. Mark once told me: Biking gives a Zen-like feeling. I might argue a Tao-like fuzzy, but the Szy is a PhD.
So, tommorrow, I am morphing into the just an introvert...a happy introvert on a bike. See ya down the road.
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