Saturday, January 22, 2005

Close call...

I made a ride today out the usual route only to come down a road where two old idiots were target shooting. They had evidently set up so they were shooting down the road. I arrived just in time to have bullets whizzing by my helmet.

On a good note, I rode almost 10 miles in the short time I had left. Soon I will make that all the way ride to the top of the mountain and back.

Solo

  I t is very common to feel a strong, even urgent, need for solitude and to turn inward after a cardiac arrest . Surviving such a life-alt...