January 14, 2006

ITs all good . It is winter and not much sun too much mud and the spirts are low.
I went for a ride by my self the other night and got to section of the trail and was so spooked that I bailed on to the road and rode home as fast as I could. I do not know what was wandering the woods that night but I have riden that section many times and my soul was spooked.
I later learned that my bro just calls on my dear departed dad and that gives him the guts to carry on in times of unease.
It was the weirdest feeling , I have not been that spooked for a long time.
I rode last night and was not ready to go to the same section.
I will ride there again and call on my dad to give me the guts to carry on. Wierd times we are in.
Carry on with your own bad self. Thanks for the blog space.
Jiro