Pedal Punk

I was not called a pedal punk, it's my word.  The word sounds good and it is essentially what I felt I was being called.  After all ... this blog is mine and it is about how I feel.  Also the phrase is more flavorful and is needed to post a lesson learned ... or at least another "Bill Quote".

I wanted to go on an adventure with a bud but we got into a little tuff and now I may be on my own. 

Let's say you propose to do a 4 hour ski with me and I say that I have to really watch my training now that the season is close.  So I suggest that I ski for only 2 hours and just hang out at the car until you get done.  Would that irritate you?  This guy suddenly starts calling me a "pus" and even though I know he is kidding I think he has forgotten that he physically died last week on a long trip. So why would I put myself into a similar position this season?

So calling me a pus angered me.  Then, being a man with certain chemicals, I challenged him to a race and suddenly we are talking about a 2 day trans-Bitterroot adventure that would kill both of us. I started feeling as if I were being called a asphalt junkie and pedal punk.  

So then it came down to a bet and then I realize that the most important thing is my summer races.  So now I may owe him 100 dollars and have to submit to his supremacy.  So you tell me, what happened?  By-Polar ... Testosterone ... Bad diet?

I have this other friend that keeps talking like he battling a sickness like he has some kind of control over it.  "Dude", I say "you don't have any control over it and you are right where you are supposed to be".  Ok that's another rant but I made up a saying to make my point.   Anyway I would like to devote my latest saying to him as well as today's situation.  here it is ... "Don't fight it, ride it!"

So that is what I am going to do ... ride it! This summer is going to be great and I can not wait. Any one got 100 bucks I can borrow!