Do what now?

… it’s 12:09 and I’m at work still in my biking clothes, having arrived early.

There is more to do after than there was before the silly event, as it turns out. Must get coolers and tools back and get money and get it in the banka nd get the insurance stuff done. Oh, and the newsletter, too 🙂

No early loops yesterday or today, in part due to the psychological effect of 1000 miles being attainable without it, but also the realization that there’s stuff I want to make happen. However, it honestly does seem that I’m so much more productive off the bike when I’ve had 40 miles on it that there’s a net gain in Stuff Done even with less Time To Do It.

Yesterday I donned my jacket and sort-of rain pants and trundled in, and got a “Looking Good!” from a fuzzy faced guy on a motorcycle at Mattis & Church. Says something about the culture 🙂

There were also lots of lightless folks out last night, including somebody headed the wrong way on Vine Street. A: Did she need to be on Vine? Anderson’s parallel and much less congested. B: Wrong way? C: lightless?

A runner had already gone past me, on the road, coming my way… a shadow in the dark. First thought: idiot? Then that David Wilcox song… perhaps I should call out, “May the light find you!”

Tank is full, switch is on
Night is warm, cops are gone
Rocket bike is all her own
It’s called a hurricane

She told me once it’s quite a ride
It’s shaped so there’s this place inside
Where if you’re moving you can hide
Safe within the rain

She wants to run away
But there’s nowhere that she can go
Nowhere the pain won’t come again
But she can hide
Hide in the pouring rain
She rides the eye of the hurricane

Tell the truth, explain to me
How you got this need for speed
She laughed and said “it might just be
The next best thing to love.”

Hope is gone and she confessed
When you lay your dream to rest
You can get what’s second best
But it’s hard to get enough

She wants to run away
But there’s nowhere that she can go
Nowhere the pain won’t come again
But she can hide
Hide in the pouring rain
She rides the eye of the hurricane

We saw her ride so fast last night
Racing by a flash of light
Riding quick, the street was dark
A shining truck she thought was parked
It blocked her path, stopped her heart
But not the hurricane

She saw her chance to slip the trap
There was just the room to pass in back
But then it moved, closed the gap
She never felt the pain

She wants to run away
But there’s nowhere that she can go
Nowhere the pain won’t come again
But she can hide
Hide in the pouring rain
She rides the eye of the hurricane
She rides the eye of a hurricane.
(David Wilcox, from How did you find me here?)

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