Seasonal Affective (Dis)Order

The winter has left me on an island, marooned all by myself.

I'm rolling along the streets of the 'Heights and its lows. Nothing is 'normal' about it. Cold, bitter cold air tonight. Had to bust out some gloves to keep my hands from freezing. I'm watching clouds pass overhead from the recent storm; so much goddamn rain. It rained for days, nonstop sheets of liquid cold sheerness. I thought it would never end. Kept me inside and isolated, but aided me in fostering this image.

Adams Ave is dark and quiet once the bars let out. In the whir of cold wind I glance down an alleyway; a feral cat strolls on his hunt like a seasoned warrior. He's missing an eye. He has scars throughout his coarse fur and his ears are loaded with holes and nicks from last night's rumble. His survival has proven he's ready for anything the world might throw at him.

The passing street lamps sizzle and fade into discs resembling distant stars as I turn the corner to Park Boulevard. I feel the isolation. I feel the alcohol rolling off the ghosts of the sidewalks, sensing the pulse of the lifeless streets.

I'm falling so far inside myself that the feeling reflects; I turn into the most pathetic, lonely, miserable character the world has to offer...but only for a moment, only at this time of night, do I feel like a phantom.

Summer brings back thoughts of a girl and a house. If I could choose to construct an afterlife for myself I'd reach out and grab that moment from the year.

I leave this thought at the next stoplight, cars are coming...so I say, "Fuck it" out loud and pedal through the crosswalk, gliding to the sloped curb. I stand up on the bike, absorbing the shock in my knees I know the rims cannot bear.

She is a very fragile creature.

Tweed Ride 2010

Tweed Ride 2010 was awesome!

December 11th -

Got up early on Saturday and went out for a quiet ride. I was returning home when I noticed the bike mob rolling opposite my way on Park Blvd. I immediately got cries to, "Come on over!" and "Ride with us!"

I flipped a bitch and ended up rolling through the streets of San Diego with all my fellow Bicycle cultists and the feeling was great. It's amazing how much power there is in numbers and for a short time Saturday afternoon, the streets were ours.

The journey was a 12.6 mile trip through City Heights, beginning and ending at Velo Cult's shop on Fern St in Golden Hills. I had never been to the shop, never met any of the folks there but they really, really loved Tasty.

I received pointers regarding bike safety and repairs as well as stories regarding other people and their bikes.

It was a nice warm day in December as we cruised through Balboa Park into Hillcrest and eventually crossed the Washington St Bridge on it's anniversary that day; 1910.

Awesome vibes! Will most defiantly have to do this again next year! A big thank you to everyone!