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Workaday Man
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Hey. I don't know who'd bother to read this, and I'm not even sure I'll stick to writing it, but I saw 'blog' and I figured, 'hey, why not?' Then I thought about what I'd write. I mean, all these other dudes here are mid 20s riders on mega-DH rigs who ride circles around me and don't have a care in the world. These dudes live in vans, backpack through Europe and don't know anything about making 40 hours a week, not counting all the overtime you're expected to put in and not get paid for.
So who am I? Maybe the question should be: What am I? That's easy, man. I'm everyone else. I'm the dude with the gray in his goatee who still makes a decent showing on the trails, but will never place a podium. Honestly, I don't really give a damn about competing on a bike. I don't know why folks do, but some people, I guess, feel the need to always be better than someone else, and to prove it. They whine when they lose (or it was unfair) or they crow when they win. Dude, I just ride to ride.
Look, for 8 hours a day, I work with a bunch of dudes chasing their tails around the latest emergency like it's the last thing in the world they'll ever see. You'd think Jesus Himself was determining their qualifications to roll through the pearlys based on how they handled the latest budget. Forget that next week another crisis will come along. These folks... It's funny, they think they work so hard, but they mostly stroke each other's egos and sit behind desks, or schmooze eachother between pointless meetings. Yeah, this stuff backs up in my head and forms a good bit of mental constipation. So I do what everyone here does. I find a nice patch of dirt and I got try to wreck it, myself, or my bike (or all three). I find that nearly killing myself multiple times in an hour does a lot to re-square your position in the universe. Too bad they don't know it. They never will.
So, this is the first installment of my Workaday Man blog. I imagine it'll be a description of the oddities of your average Joe living a life to support his family, while knowing full well there's a world of adventure out there he'll never get to truly tap into. There's a lifestyle in progress just beyond the shores of my little lake in this world, and I get to occasionally ride the cusp of it.
Maybe one day...[PI= size=l align=c][/PI]
Hey. I don't know who'd bother to read this, and I'm not even sure I'll stick to writing it, but I saw 'blog' and I figured, 'hey, why not?' Then I thought about what I'd write. I mean, all these other dudes here are mid 20s riders on mega-DH rigs who ride circles around me and don't have a care in the world. These dudes live in vans, backpack through Europe and don't know anything about making 40 hours a week, not counting all the overtime you're expected to put in and not get paid for.
So who am I? Maybe the question should be: What am I? That's easy, man. I'm everyone else. I'm the dude with the gray in his goatee who still makes a decent showing on the trails, but will never place a podium. Honestly, I don't really give a damn about competing on a bike. I don't know why folks do, but some people, I guess, feel the need to always be better than someone else, and to prove it. They whine when they lose (or it was unfair) or they crow when they win. Dude, I just ride to ride.
Look, for 8 hours a day, I work with a bunch of dudes chasing their tails around the latest emergency like it's the last thing in the world they'll ever see. You'd think Jesus Himself was determining their qualifications to roll through the pearlys based on how they handled the latest budget. Forget that next week another crisis will come along. These folks... It's funny, they think they work so hard, but they mostly stroke each other's egos and sit behind desks, or schmooze eachother between pointless meetings. Yeah, this stuff backs up in my head and forms a good bit of mental constipation. So I do what everyone here does. I find a nice patch of dirt and I got try to wreck it, myself, or my bike (or all three). I find that nearly killing myself multiple times in an hour does a lot to re-square your position in the universe. Too bad they don't know it. They never will.
So, this is the first installment of my Workaday Man blog. I imagine it'll be a description of the oddities of your average Joe living a life to support his family, while knowing full well there's a world of adventure out there he'll never get to truly tap into. There's a lifestyle in progress just beyond the shores of my little lake in this world, and I get to occasionally ride the cusp of it.
Maybe one day...[PI= size=l align=c][/PI]
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Dallas, TX, United States
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