I was in Long Branch, New Jersey for a couple of days this week for a conference for work.
I headed out this morning before the sun had come up, riding south with the beach to my left.
45 minutes south into a headwind. Winding along the neighborhoods that lead to Asbury Park, wrapping past
the Stone Pony as the sun began to creep over the horizon.
It was misty, and gray and cool.
I have a pretty great job, and it was an amazing conference. But I have to be honest, this morning, this ride, was one of those it's amazing to be alive, and a little slice of zen moments for me.
that's all. Too many hours in any conference, even a great one, can wear on a man a bit.
riding bikes is awesome.
respect.
fatmarc
3 comments:
You like that backdrop, don't you? So do I. I don't know who's idea it was, but it was a fucking' great one! Dennis told me the story behind it about how a dilemma turned into a work of art.
f*** dude. That Tauntaun picture is haunting in a creepy (not artistic) sorta way. What kind of person stuffs a Tauntaun in a washing machine?
i love all the dirt on top of the washer with the bib numbers on the side there. kinna looks like my washer too. except for that bear thing blanket. you dominic wants one of those so bad.
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