singletrack mind

i just got dropped off at the top of the back 40 and when i got my bike out of the back of the pickup the pink girl fell of the handlebars into the dirt.  picked her up and dusted her off.  the week a blur... i don't think i drove home any night this week and i know i rode in a bunch but it all just kinda blurs together.  i had a six pack of hoppy boy in one hand, flip flops on and i attempted to navigate the trail down to the house.... for the first time in awhile i was able to focus on something ELSE.... not wrecking and i realized that i've been asking so many questions about what i truly love.  and right there it was.  i love riding across the back forty in flip flops with a six pack and not wrecking.  right now i love it for the fact that allowed me to think of something ELSE.  but at it's essence it is what i love.  facing up to my greatest fears lately and trying not to have a singletrackmindddddd.  focus and don't wreck.  thanks for reading.

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[nednimby]

you go boy.

back.

Bachelor for a week. flip flops and beer sound good......HOLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAA