Friday, February 23, 2007
After days off the bike, and many a bellyful of ethnic victuals, a dark cloud had shadowed his mind. He had a head cold, and the weather was even colder. Thoughts of letting himself go and growing jowls larger than curtains of beef percolated in his feeble mind. He knew he would need inspiration soon. He would need a sign. And not just any sign. A lapidary maxim from the almighty powerful one that would move his soul once again to push those pedals and propel his body up the hill.