The Captain’s Log

To demonstrate just exactly how self-absorbed I am, yesterday I read my feature story in Dirt Rag (issue #132), “Old Dog on Rye,” and laughed myself silly. I’m so funny! But you’d think I’d know the jokes already. It’s so weird. I really enjoy reading my stuff in print. It’s the literary version of enjoying your own flatulence odors maybe.

Tomorrow is the last day of mountain bike afternoon activity at school and I’m going to miss it. I’ve been on my new bike for the majority of it, which is largely why you haven’t seen me here. I’ve been riding a lot. And these kids I ride with (not to mention Dr. Dizzle, the official activity facilitator–I’m just auditing the course) are a riot. We’ve all found our specialties. Some can rip downhills like nobody’s business, others are fast on the singletrack. One’s perfectly happy to take up the rear, although he did hang it out one time and seriously stabbed himself with his handlebar when gravity flexed. I’m the king of riding incredibly steep things that nobody else can ride. Some of these kids are now convinced that they don’t weigh enough to climb well. It’s just funny.
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