Really quick,
My g/f and I took a day trip back to the 'Land Where I Once Was a Dub'
I showed her where I lived and worked. My old red farmhouse has fallen into abandonment. Boarded up, broken, and overgrown. Sad, really.
I could see into the old barn through some slats. Hanging on a hook was my old broken road bike where I left it eighteen years ago. it was unridable when I moved out and now it is purely trash but I felt the strongest urge to kick in a part of the wall of the barn, grab it and run.
It was my bike, my baby, my oasis. I would ride in my late teens and early twenties because even though I had the Truthâ„¢, I had nothing, really. It was miles into the countryside where I felt at peace. racing down a winding country road in full tuck, sometimes exceding the posting speed limit, gave me clarity and focus and an exhileration like nothing else.
In my head, it was intimate proof I was there, I lived, I worked, I went to meetings and I someday I would walk away from it all to re-invent myself.
Now my head is racing, I'm a little freaked out,and I cannot sleep.
Sunday drive
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