Lucky '07 Is At An End

We're less than forty-eight hours into Aught-Eight and a ton of people already have their New Year's Posts up. And while I started this post a few days ago, I am a slacker. Hell, this might not even be ready for mass consumption for a few days more.

I had a bunch of ideas for this post: New Year's Resolutions, the ABCs of personal major occurrences in 2007, best/worst lists, etc. But nothing seems to be correct.

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It is now the Fourteenth. Every time I try to finish up this post I just can't seem to do it. So following is a quick recap of the things that come to mind from Lucky 2007.

I started riding to work (and then everywhere else) at the end of July and haven't looked back since. (Unless you count looking back at a mirror in shock at the horse legs that have sprouted where my chicken legs used to be.) I've ridden more days than not even with injuries minor & severe, a broken bike, "bad" weather, and the readily-available drug referred to as the Snooze Button. I'm actually quite proud of the gumption I've shown these last six months.

I moved from the urban desert of Phoenix, Arizona to the foreign and four-hundred-year-old areas that make up Virginia. Since high school I've talked about living on the East Coast (although it was New York) and now I finally have. Thanks be to Brick, the Internets, plane tickets, red-heads, and the labyrinthine path of intertwining Karma.

I was briefly jobless with substantial rent, car payments, animals to feed, and so on, and only survived with the assistance of my family, especially my grandmother. She's still helping me out to this day. I'd be in a cardboard box or a potato field without her and my pappy.

I've become the smiling steward of an ephemeral gray cat and a wily gray rabbit, which brings the livestock count in my apartment to five. Also, I am the only male in the whole joint.

New scars and tattoos, new haircuts, no haircuts, no hair, assistants come and gone, books read, movies collected, music swooned over, friendships made, traditions forged, weight lost, muscle gained, tears, beers, & tobacco. And love, luv, l<3ve.

This year? Who knows. Hopefully more riding, radness, and returns to family.

I'd love to start writing for an awesome cycling blog (*coughcough*Swobo!*cough*), reading more, getting back to my Buddhist ways, and spending time with the fam. Didn't get enough of any of that last year.

I'm grateful for all the crazy/shitty/hard/beautiful things that happened to me over the weeks and months. It's brought me to a good place, and like the tip of a bright-white comet shooting through the sky, this good place keeps on a'movin.

Dr. Pepper and work time. Piece (of arse)!

- David