Azonic PDW. Black. Two inch rise. Uncut. Got one to sell me?

Ghost bike. Franklin and River Road

I go through this intersection several times a week. I heard about it when it happened and I can clearly picture how it must have been, with the aggressive engine racing around the slowing cars and the crossing biker turning to see the truck closing in slow motion. A week later the ghost bike appeared. It makes me feel sad but it also makes me feel... comforted.

Master Snickup's Cloak

Modern Fork

Check. Scored a sweet Rock Shox Revelation XX (2010) for an amazing price. With 5 kinds of adjustability, Air springs, 32mm stanchions, 20mm through-axle, remote lock-out and 140mm travel it's over a pound lighter than the old Psylo and 100 pounds better.

LuLu

From the what the fuck were they thinking file. I've listened to this one-and-a-half times - yes, the whole thing. I think the Pitchfork review nails it. It literally sounds like you're playing two albums at the same time.

So a week ago I went in for my every-so-often physical and to investigate why I've been extra winded for the past week whenever even slightly exerting. Did some testing, went to the ER and did some more testing, then checked-in overnight to start medication for the large blood clots on my lungs. Pulmonary embolism that's called and since it didn't instantly kill me, I'm guessing it's going to make me stronger.

Yes, yes, it's all too bad, and I'm so young and healthy. I know. Sounds like I'm going to be fine in the long run, perhaps even better than fine - I wonder if I've had this to some degree for a while, perhaps years? There's gotta be some reason I'm always gasping when we ride, other than hard pedaling then and laziness before, right? (I think that's a joke) Well, whatever.

Examining my thoughts as I always do I realized a couple things. I felt very calm about the prospect of dying (I don't know that I was, but it sounded like one of the options on the table - the ER doc looked me in the eye and said that her friend had just died of it). There was a sad shadow for my kids and their lives, but for myself, it was acceptance and calm. It's what you do after living I guess. The other thought was that It didn't seem to have taken very long to get to here, at least from the point-of-view of this moment. It's always a continuum, so there isn't really an end-point to see the perspective from, but in that pause I could see it, and it seemed to have been pretty short. I remembered a lot of things I'd done, but they all seemed to blend together into last week and last year. And it was "now" and it was done.

So, that being said, I feel pretty good, possibly better than I have in a while. The only downside is that alcohol is also a blood thinner and I could really go for a beer or six.