Where's my effing Zen??!!

Hi Followers. Are you mad at me? I have been absent for a couple weeks and I know that some of you have asked when my next post would be. Please don’t be mad.  Last week was insanely busy. Insanely.  But I am here now and my attention is back on the blog. I left off last week coming off an amazing ride with Elf’s through Elfin Forest (or lesbians. Aren’t they just as magical as elf’s?).

The week after Elfin was filled with work and gym.  That Friday night presented a fun and memorable night with the boys.  We met up at Wine Steals to relax and unwind, and also meet new friends.  And we did.  Now followers, please mind my next comment, but through biking I have never met nor made as many lesbian friends as I would have ever known.  Why, not sure.  But lo and behold I had a boy’s night out with a lesbian, one of many amazing fierce women I have met through biking.  And it was FUN! Capped off the night with some Margaritas at Betty’s and then a boys night in, which was probably wise. I have not really drank much over this year so it only took a couple margaritas to do me in for the night :)

Saturday, early morning ride from South Shores. Met at 730 (did I mention I went out drinking the night before) and after the 20 or so of us got speeched in safety, we were off.  It was a nice ride along the tracks up to UTC ish area.  However, I was beat.  I felt like shit and was tired.  David pulls up along side of me.  Wonderful talks with that man about Ricky time and Ricky life.  He asked how I was. My response “Where’s my fucking Zen!”.  Yeah, not an easy morning. :) I did though get a nice compliment from a fellow rider, and reader of this blog, who told me that this blog is fun to read and makes them feel good.  That was cool to hear.  I must admit, I am getting such wonderful compliments from people about this ride…..

Side note, I was called a hero from a donor the other day.  What!!?? Wow. I was not ready for that. She expressed to me that she had been looking for a cause to donate too (after her husband donated to the NRA without telling her) that she would feel proud of to donate to. She said once she heard about my ride, what I was doing and how this experience has shaped and changed my life, she just had to give.  And she did.  But she said you are a hero to those out there who will benefit and that also, her world, her universe, seemed more aligned.  This reach of this ride is waaay further than I ever anticipated.

Back to Saturdays ride. We get to rest stop one and I am beat.  I find some friends and say lets get some food and coffee or I am not going to make it.  We did.  This of course took some time so when we were finished everyone was gone but six of us.  So Tammy, David, Mags, ? name, Suzi  and I rode out.  Oh how I felt better.  It was great.  I am now in cadence and feeling good.  Four of us pull out a head a little and take off down Miramar road. Don’t ride your bike down Miramar road. Good lord, it has so many bumps! I digress. Right turn on some random road and it felt like we were in the middle of nowhere San Diego (near Miramar Air Field). It was fun. The lesbians asked the gays what we look for in a guy.  For the sake of close relatives, I will not repeat the inappropriate jokes and side comments that were brought up at that talk, but needless to say, I think Mags and Tammy are much more educated! :)  But no, it was super cool. Great talks, fun riding, beautiful weather and completely lost….. So we were supposed to merge right onto a road and did not. But for all four of us to make the same mistake looking at the map, I wont feel too bad about it.  But I knew at some point during this biking journey I was bound to get lost. And it was a good lost.  I was with three other incredible people and we went up a very big hill!  At the top of that hill we realized, it dead ended and we were lost.  AND…. I rode that entire hill in my lowest gear!  My legs were on FIRE FIRE FIRE!!!! Felt great!  But what goes up must come down, and we did, and it was fast (we were the hill opposite of WalMart near Friars). Then back up a big hill, but using my middle gears this time.   Then down another big hill (the top gun need for speed hill) and I clocked 37 MPH! FUN!!!! Leisurely ride back and then BBQ with David.  That night dinner with a friend and a night out only to sleep in the next morning…. Why? Because daylight savings time, hell no was I waking up early for another ride! (Sorry TRL, I heard it was a great one!)

So followers, I hope I whetted your appetite.  I will blog soon.  I am again tired and needing sleep.  I have a saddle time ride, another gash on the leg, crown, new Ozarks friends, three

Till next time, peddle on!
Ricky