It's early spring and the sun is brighter it can melt the ice again. Vast stretches of pavement are clear including most of downtown. Unfortunately what ice remains is really nasty. It's cold enough in the morning but things get a tad soft wet and slushy. Again more studs then you need because when you need them you really do need them. The grinding crunching noise is quite something. I still hear it for hours after I get off the bike. On the one hand I'll miss the winter on the other I look forward faster lighter bikes and quiet tires.
Every fuckin' day but you know me, I can't complain. Annoyance idiots from out of town. Nuisance idiots from other parts of town. Nice car asshole, Now learn how to drive it. Keep playing bullshit games with my life. One night I won't be workin' One night I won't be drinkin' That night we will play you and I and you will serve as an example. I will point out your stupidity at the next stop light. I'll say it nicely You'll get pissed off cause some cat on a bike told you how to drive. and then your gonna do it Make that move. The one that makes what I do next Justifiable Rendezvous C'mon!
That folks is a little poem inspired by trying to ride home during the animal skinning festival aka. fur rendezvous.
Feel the pavement when you bounce from it, hear the engine of a car roaring behind you, answer the static coming from your two-way, embrace the corner of the box that craves your spine while you´re carrying it in your bag, taste the cold and yet sweet taste of beer when it sparkles in your mouth.