Lull and revelation.

Today I woke up before 9:30.

I used the extra two hours this morning to make so many phone calls that I swear that I felt a cell phone tumor burst forth in my brain like some kind of cancerous tulip. If anyone notices me starting to lean my head to the left, let me know and I'll start talking on the right.

Anyway, it's raining and I don't have anywhere to ride or skate that's dry. I thought about going to D.O.S. but they're remodeling the place and won't be opening until tomorrow. For some reason, the masochistic side of me really wants to take my bike to some ramps. It's been a long, long time since I tried any of that stuff and if the beating my body took just from a full day of flatland is any indication: It'll be a 4 advil morning the day after... Hey, all I want it one 50-50 stall. Is that too much to ask?

Advil - breakfast of champions.

Today I decided that although rebuilding a vintage BMX bike was a noble enough cause, (especially since it got me motivated to ride again) it's not my bag. In the interests of "finishing-things-I've-started" I'm going to finish the Redline but put the Haro back on Ebay. Well, maybe I'll do that other way around... Anyway, I'd rather spend the rebuild money on dialing in my flat bike.

It looks like it might stop raining on Wednesday. I'm going to need a flat session in my life, for sure. I'm not opposed to a drive to Salem either, where's the session ya'll?

Get at me, dogs.