So I have a lot of down time on my hands which isn't 'necessarily' a good thing. lol. The last time I felt like this I ended up at a Rave in Lowell, MA and lost my voice for a week?
It's times like this that I wish I didn't live among some of the North East's best biking roads because the tradeoff is the lack of nearly everything else (save serenity for writing). I reckon to be happy here next week when I'm riding again but right now I'm a thousand miles away thinking the Running of the Bulls might be a better place to be!
I get pretty damn Rammy with too much downtime. Sound familiar? A beckoning wells up inside calling for the existential and memorable. Tangential experience(s) aren't enough. I guess a life of just the mundane has always scared the hell out of me? I think it scares a lot of people but there's a time and place for everything.
That having been said; Hemingway wrote about the Running of the Bulls masterfully and colorfully. He even participated. Despite his demons he could connect and he sure knew how to have a magnificent time too by god. I think he knew the spice in life brings out its' flavor.
Peace and roll strong.