Revolting The Cycling Independent

Sometimes you marvel at how much easier things are, because you can email your grandmother and pay your debts online, but then you realize you don’t seem to have any more time in your day and your attention span has been smashed into a million pieces, leaving you drooling on your keyboard and thinking about moving to a Unabomber cabin.

When you’ve been through some hard times, you learn things that might be useful to other people. At the very least, you come to understand the value of a sympathetic ear. There’s a real case to be made that chronic depressives are much better at pep talks than shiny happy people, who, let’s be honest, are pretty hard to take seriously.

All things fall apart. Order tends toward chaos. The entire universe gets colder and colder by the picosecond. And our bodies, strong and capable for a shining moment, eventually let us down. Today we’re talking about how cadaver parts and stubbornness keep us on the right side of the dirt.

Life is full of rules, both useful and made to be broken. There are bike rules. There are rock show rules. There are a million reasons to follow them and just one to punch them in the face. Today we talk about the rules.

Both of us are home bodies and at one time or another have been home makers. Today we’re talking about what it means to have and make a home, and how that lets us create great works of art and philosophy and impress other people with our clean bathrooms.

There comes a time in everyone’s life when they realize they’re on the wrong path. Maybe you’ve let Leo DiCaprio make periodic-specific nudies of you, only to let him drown after the boat hits an iceberg. Wake up calls like that can be valuable.