Hitting the road can be a fun thing. Just not when you have a bunch of good people that you have to leave. I am having a hard time with this venture. I am have really made some good friends here. Friends that I want to be here for a while, not just tomorrow. The miles and hours spent with Jens on the bike, at each others home, eating out, taking care of kids, etc. Mark and all of his stuff from work and the eating out, the Madden online, and the sports blowouts. Wow! It is hard. Driving to work today was not easy. I know there is time but oh so little time remains. The only thing that helps is to get on the bike and ride. Make it hurt till there is nothing left but me, the bike, and the pain. When the pains subsides, then all there is left is me. It is all coming together so quickly. A trip to Cally on the 19th, movers the last week of the year, and the drive out. All this in the next three weeks. It will be difficult to go but I am sure that within a matter of time, we will be back to Texas. It is home. I have ridden the road in the picture. It was a few weeks before last years Hotter 'N Hell. It was the most difficult ride I have done so far. It was really windy, the hills were intense, the weather humid, and no shoulder to speak of to ride on. We almost got into a fight. Memories. I hope that soon enough grass will grow under my feet and I can stay planted.
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