Where Is My Mind?

Which is also the title of my favorite Pixies song. Okay, it's the only song I know by them. Which is not a reflection on the band as much as a reflection of how musically lazy I am.

Reading through the five hundred and seventy-six cycling blogs and websites I follow this morning I realized yesterday was Critical Mass. What the balls, this month is over already? Where have I been? And why didn't someone remind me it was the last Friday of the month yesterday? I feel like a failure as a local cyclist. I really need to get a cell phone; I had my Google Calendar reminding me about crap like this via text all the time. And I'm sure my girlfriend would really like to be able and call me to see if I'm alive when I'm running late. Plus I'd like to have the Internet in my pants at all time.

My new schedule and job responsibilities are definitely keeping me busy and making the days fly by. Before I know it I've missed my first break and need to take a lunch, and then my shift is up seemingly as soon as I sit down again. Helping 35+ people fills up the day pretty quickly, and I enjoy it a ton so far. Well, helping some people more than others. There's always favorites and villians. And the interesting thing about this particular team of support agents is that we're the first team they go to right after training until they move to a more permenant one. Sometime in the next couple of weeks about eighteen of my seasoned agents will be cycled out to make room for people who don't know shift from shinola.

In more upbeat knews (hurr, that typo is way two funny too me write now) you're lookin' at the newest contributing member of A Year of Bike Commuting.com, which I've been reading for over a year and was one of the first cycle-related websites I started to follow during my inception into two-wheeled transport. I sent the fine folks in Denver an e-mail with a grotesque amount of links to this blog as proof that I can mash a keyboard and huge run-on sentences detailing my meager commuting chops.

After hearing nothing back in what felt like ages (but was like four days) I sent a threatening/pleading follow up e-mail and was added to the roster. Then I read this morning that the gentlemen responsible for granting my access was doored and had to go to the hospital. I hope that's not a sign of some sort. Get well soon Will.

This morning as I changed for work in the handicap stall (it's the only place big enough for my vanity mirror) it occured to me that now I have a seperate, dedicated place to post my cycling misadventures. As most of the crap I put up here is either centered around or prompted by a bike ride I wonder how the content of this blog will shift. Should I post copies in both places? That seems a little silly. Maybe I'll just put links up to the stuff I write for AYOBC. We'll see what the shape of blog to come is, I guess.

All kinds of other fears and worries have sprung up as well: What if they don't like me? What if the AYOBC readers take offence to my craphazard writing style and willful spelling and puncuation mistakes? Even though I am from the Nor' West and the blog is based out of Denver, will my East Coastedness be met with scorn? I know how us Westerners feel about East Coast people. One thing I've never done is write with any kind of a deadline or expectation, and the former probably won't be present the latter definitely is. Even if it's all in my own mind. I don't want to freeze up and start writing sucky! What if the other writers make fun of me! It's a miniature version of the first day of high school mixed in with meeting your gal's parents for the first time.

Today is my Friday, bitches! I get off at 2:30 and we'll head to our new place of residence to turn in the application and the first month's rent. A month of overlapping apartments will allow us to move in slowly and take some time, which is good for a pregnant girlie and our general dispositions.

It looks like it's going to rain on me as I ride home... As long as that wind stays outta my grill I won't care, but Jenny gets a little upset when her bottom bracket gets all gritty.

Have a good weekend, y'all.

- David