Viva the Carless Utopia

The end.

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I can remember a certain colleague of mine (he knows who he is) saying at the end of every day, "We are meant for something more than this." I think I can relate.

I work all day and when I am finally home my own projects that I would really like to do get left by the wayside because I just don't have the energy. In all seriousness, it is hard to believe that this is life, that money is the driving force behind our existence. Actually it is impossible to believe. I can't really understand why we are so stupid that for generations the masses have yearned under the flag of the American dream only to be used up and left to their own demise once their life span has come to an end. I choose to believe that the common man has the potential to overcome and conquer, but sometimes it is damn hard to keep optimistic. History is the most depressing subject we could ever teach our children. And this is us 2000 years ago, doing what we still do today, and this is us 300 years ago, fighting for the right to do what we are doing today. What exactly are we doing? Building the empire of the elites and holding up capitalism as if it was the key to success on all realms. We hold up our money and worship it on the altar of our despair because we have nothing else. We slave our lives away only to be discarded when our labor is no longer profitable. We do nothing.

Declare your sovereignty.

It was 15 degrees when I left the house for the commute in this morning. It was pretty damn cold for S.G. Granted, I have commuted in worst, but I thought I had left that behind in the polar north known as Logan. I can't even imagine what they have dropped to. The Arctic seems to have moved south.

Other than the cold, it felt good to ride to work. It seems I have been a bit lazy in more things than my blog. Again, I apologize for the sporadic posts. I even hooked up BOB and took him in with me this morning. I forgot how big of a pain in the ass it is to pull a trailer on a bike. Not a lot of fun, but we all know it builds character.

Veronica is finally out of the hospital. I think they were holding her for fun. I guess in a system where money isn't the number one objective, they tend to hold you until you are better, not just until you can move again.

Let's see what else happened. I got a new road bike, I decided that I didn't want another mountain bike to hang in the garage so I canceled the Enduro order and brought home the Roubaix SL that everyone has been trying to get me to buy. This is my first S-Works. Damn it is smooth.

Anyway's...

Remember it is never too cold to ride. or something.

Peace.

Today was my day off. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I drove my sorry can out to cedar pockets in the morning, took some pictures and scouted the road for ProZac's and my adventure. I got a few shots.

In the afternoon, Lily accompanied me out to Gooseberry for some two-wheeled love machine action. And it was bloody fun. I am tired now and ready for bed, but I can't complain. Content to be exhausted. I met a few other riders out there who are from Springdale. Within about two minutes of catching up one of the riders asks me what I am going to be doing on February 17. I was a little confused to say the least. They asked me to join their 24 hour team for the Old Pueblo. I told them I didn't think I had the endurance for such an event but I think they are more interested in being there than actually competing. We'll see what happens.

In my personally related news, Veronica had minor surgery today. I wasn't able to speak to her, but her mother was in good spirits and expected her to be home tomorrow.

Life goes on. Ride it on a bike.

Since New Years I have been in this grudging, I-have-to-work-everyday mood. I filled in for the fine Father York on Saturday and missed my day off. For some odd reason I was under the impression that I therefore had to work everyday this week too. At about 5:30 p.m. I realized that tomorrow is my day off. I can't explain the joy I felt after this sudden jolt of sunshine came jumping into my life. Hoorah!

We are back in Somalia. Killing is killing, leave it be.

In more personally related news, my significant other, who is on the other side of the world, is sick and in the hospital. What better day for misfortune, it's our anniversary.

Feliz Aniversario, Nena! te amo mucho.

Anyway's....

Peace my friends, that is all I wish, peace.