“A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.” Bob Dylan
Now Bob and I may have different ideas of what we “want to do” but the sentiment is the same. He wants to sing songs from the heart, and I want to ride my bicycle, hang out with people who like to ride bicycles, talk about bicycles, and write about bicycles and bicycle riding.
This weekend I celebrated the independence of our nation from a nation that I admire by being a success. I woke up in the morning rode my bike, did whatever else I wanted and went to bed with my belly full of barbecued meats and a few adult beverages. That is what I call “Winning”.
A 100 mile jaunt to the beach on Saturday started things off just how the doctor ordered. And by the doctor I mean me. I fed my obsession with signs by grabbing a few choice ones. I didn’t stop for all of them because I wanted to keep my legs turning and the wind in my hair.
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| I wanna name my own street. |
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| Only on weekends? I’ll give you crap for free any day of the week. |
Mother Nature treated me to a great Fireworks show to ring in the Fourth. They were louder than any man-made fireworks I’ve ever heard.
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| Crappy Cell-Phone pics but you get the point. |
Good Summer: Bad tan lines
Hasta la see you later,