Not much time lately for anything but packing, stressing, more packing, more stress, riding as much as humanly possible... oh, and more packing & stress.
3 days from now, we hit the road with everything we own in this entire universe packed into a truck: Us, bikes, musical instruments, some clothes, some toys and a couple books.
As of yesterday, we are officially going to be residents of St Paul, Minnesota. Found a nice crib with the massive help of Bob [and his incredibly righteous wife, Beth] Brown. Speaking of Beth, through her connections Amy was able to score a great gig at Regions Hospital as well. "Solid Rock" to both of you Beth & Bob!
To try and alleviate some Pre-Moving Stress, I got the brilliant idea to do some bar swapping on my steed. Not a great idea... 3 days of riding 'Stache Bars, and then [now, currently] riding Noodle bars, has left me stressed in an entirely different way, plus with a sore back and neck. Cool. I'm smart that way, unfortunately. Add to that, wrapping the Noodle bars was super fun: when I ran short of black cloth tape and had to unwrap them, find a new color, wrap again, mess that up, and do 3 more rewraps... they're finally finished, but not before blowing a huge Shit-Fit where I flew my Freak Flag loud-n-proud around the house yelling every expletive I could think of [Chloe & Amy were at the supermarket, thank all things Good]. In the end, I think the blow out did me good [cleared some tension-and a few vocal chords], and I got the bars done too.
So, that's that-as I sit here typing this from the kitchen floor [all the furniture has been sold off]. Sometime tomorrow the internet + cable goes Dark... so I shall return, but not before making our way to Minnesota and digging in.
I hope folks out there like me and us, Amy & Chloe are sweet and likable, me...
well, to quote Chloe, "Daddy you have enough opinions to fill up 4 or 5 people".
What a strange trip this has all been: it all began, as these things often begin, with an idea, a thought, an act, and that act was me getting on a bike and riding...
And then WHUMP, everything was different, everything is different. I don't think it'll ever be the same again, and I suppose that's the point.
Life, what a Trip.
See Scott? Told ya so. [that part is for me, pardon it]