John Wayne would agree,

Especially since we’re talking country music, fires, and horses but unfortunately he’s not here so I’m left to my own devices. I think Mr. Wayne might have appreciated this talent:

But maybe not. Maybe he’d be more into bubble gum pop country or top 40 but who’s to say? One thing we’d both agree on is be nice to horses…..and people for that matter.

As I was out on the two wheeled motor-less machine yesterday I passed by two young ladies riding some trails on trigger and Mr. Ed. Honestly I’m not a huge fan of horses on the trails I like to ride. They poop, loosen up the trails for other users, they poop, and widen the tight stuff. But, they are allowed on these trails and so am I. So I have a choice. I can be a total d*#k about it and blaze by them with angst and anger in my heart and turn them off to mountain bikers or I can yield the trail, get off my bike and ask them what would be easier for them. What side of the trail do they need me on and so forth? I went with option 2 and what occurred was magical. We struck up a conversation. She appreciated my willingness to give and maybe was able to enjoy her day a bit more and so was I. Wave, say hi, and give mercy and all that other hippie-dippity crap because it’s going to make you a better person even if your heart rate dips out of the red zone a bit. You don’t have to agree but if it’s a fight you want take it up the appropriate folks. It’s not the horse’s fault their allowed on “your” trail so don’t take it out on them or their riders. So unless you’re the company who seems to enjoy killing horses let it be.

Speaking of companies that enjoy killing wild horses I highly recommend the documentary “If a Tree Falls.” Good stuff with an environmental twist.







It’s a bit controversial from all points of view and entertaining as well. I wouldn’t watch it tonight thought unless you want to fun©k up your weekend. Save it till Sunday to get you all worked up for the week ahead.







Just remember what John said (I think), “Life is hard; it’s harder if you’re stupid.”

Peace like a river……..

Guess Who's back

I think it was the great poet James Todd Smith who penned the classic line, “don’t call it a come back, I’ve been back for years.” So as I try and stay true to words of those who influence me, let me say sorry to the two of you who followed zeke and have been anxiously awaiting the words and thoughts of a man who doesn’t have many. Also, let me welcome those who have randomly found this corner of the intra web while on a search for God only knows what else. Thanks.

Why resurrect what is probably better off dead; several reasons which I’ll address in due time. However, I’d like to intro our first sponsor, David’s Cycles! (Truth be told there not really so much sponsoring the site as much as they are giving me great deals for pedaling around with their name on my shirt….. just a minor technicality) Honestly though this is one of the hidden gems of the northwest Houston cycling scene. Honest, hard working people are hard to come by but they can be found by the dozen (even though there are only four employees) at Dave’s. Their inventory is small but if they don’t have it they will get it.

The resurrection, why? Two reasons:

I. Sometimes I like to ride my bike for cash and prizes. Last weekend was one of those times and I don’t know if I ever have had a better weekend of riding. My flesh and blood decided that she was going to throw a leg over her pink bike and take her 5 years of experience and throw down on the race course. Awesome!

Camp Eagle just north of Kerrville provided the host duties, opened up the river front full of water slides and the like and provided some great places to turn a pedal of two. Real Ale provided the “recovery” beverages and I think a good time was had by all. The thing that got me however was the opportunity to do nothing. Just sit. Read. Meditate. Relax. Some friends and I were talking the other day about the Celtic people and their notion of a thin place, a place where one connects with god or God, whatever your preference and I fully believe that this weekend was a thin place for me at the right time. Maybe the good times are meant to share.

II

II. The ride today. What started out as a little excursion ended up a full on experience. Flat tires, almost hit dogs, wrong sized tubes, smoke from the horrible flames north of here, a bit of everything. But it was life: Highs, lows and everything in between. If it’s worth doing it’s worth living and if it’s worth living it’s worth writing about. So here goes. Another try……

Just don’t call it a comeback.