Psycocross
I have never raced cross. I’m not much of a racer, but monkeys let the knuckle out, you got a believe this shit looks fun.
When I was in Logan, a lot of people were really into the cross racing and constantly urged me to get out and give her a wirl. Now that there is no snow, no rain, no mud, no race series, I really wish I had. I think I could dig it. I’ve been reading certain blogs of late and have learned more about the scene of cyclocross racing, and I like what I see. Oh well, maybe when I live in the Polar North again…
Interview today, went well and skewed life into a day of conversing, evaluating and thinking. Good day.
The monkeys are still rocking out in my brain, although with all the talk with the bank today, I was ready to pull the trigger. Luckily, we don’t keep guns in the house.
Peace. Love. and Revolution.