Had an aborted bike ride this morning. A buddy got a flat about a thousand feet up. We were able to re-seat the tire and pump it up enough to get down the hill, but that was it. Ah well, it happens. I had hoped to get some trail riding practice in before a trip to Sedona
Soon I will go back to not writing about cycling. It is purposeless writing and says nothing of value to anybody, myself included.
If I were to be honest with myself I would write about needing a place to be by myself. It is one of the things that I have lost. I see no easy path back to a place where I can have that. Perhaps that is why I think I want and need it most. Humans are funny - they use words like coequal.