nite push

Class ends. Quickly I walk to my bike waiting for me, chained up to a sign in the parking lot.
It's dark.
I'm full of energy.
I'm ready to ride.
I head up Gibson and head west alongside the tracks. It's nowhere now. Utterly empty and pitch black aside from the distant glow of the Las Vegas strip. The terrain is difficult to pass in this lighting, or lack there of. I have a headlight on my bars and a miners light attached to my helmet. I think I need to invest in another form of luminary esthetic.
Push on.
Under and around a railway bridge there are a series of light-posts emitting a yellowish glow.
Perfect for a moving snapshot.

bitter mental departure

I used to have this friend. He was a good guy, young and a bit ignorant of the world and its politics, relatively harmless. Then one day he moved away and I lost my friendship with him. We tried to keep it up via modern technology. But there was this unspoken forfeiture of attempts to stay in contact. And as always, the world moved on. I still hear from him every now and then, but there isn't anything there really. Empty.
I used to have this friend.
But I don't know him anymore.

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Greetings dirtrags,
I have decided to get back to keeping an active ride log, ride stories, and maybe a few snapshots along the way. Of all the online endeavors I have attempted, this seems to be the least taxing on my ability to 'keep things up to date'.

Anywho, on with it. So my upcoming mini-trip with my brother and sister is coming. I'm still in the decision process about where to go exactly. It's tied between a couple places. Decisions, decisions.