Sometimes it’s **** and it’s felt like that for months. It has nothing to do with the weather. I should be riding now. Last night there was a thunderstorm and afterward, around 8:00, it was maybe 80 degrees with bright rays streaming through orange and purple clouds. Everybody and their dog was out riding. It was perfect weather.
Not being able to ride makes the bull***t in life harder to deal with. Sometimes it feels like everyone in the world is a bunch of clowns.
Thank *** for my guardian angel.
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