After riding the Redline up to run the stairclub stairs, I came home to a nice, nice cheesecake and candles for my birthday. Sweet baby Jesus, cheesecake! Perhaps it will take one of those 76 years and throw it into the rubbish, but eating cheesecake is worth it.
Because of recent developments, I'm back to riding the blue shitbike. Another sub-text of the day was to rock the shitbike like a boss. I feel that I accomplished both missions. I blasted the entire trail system, rocked the hell out of it in fact, 6 minutes faster than the last time I did the same task. My Garmin did not upload any segments which caused me to revert to bitching when I got home, but I did get the overall result and I haven't felt that good on a bike in a long time.
Who knows how long we've got? Should we want to live forever, or until we're satisfied? And what is satisfying? We each answer those questions in different ways. I'm going to stick with the idea that the little moments, the great and not so great, add up to a lifetime. So live those little moments.