gonesh9

Hour lunch break, Oregon springtime with the green-ness of Willamette Valley lush and even in the city a sort of blissfully natural essence, certainly for me right now on my bike pushing a just-right 78 gear inches and it's an easy 72 degrees on the skin as I hop the curb for shortcut through Alberta park. Grass just cut, smells like my childhood pushing the mower over endless weekend days watching my friends ride by on their ultra-cool bmx's, wishing I was out there riding with them. Between the slide and the teeter-totter I've gotta duck under a branch dangling from the over-grown oak, leaves tickle my neck and I giggle, maybe 'cause I realize that now I'm free to ride my bike when I like, maybe just 'cause it feels so good....I've been waiting for spring to come for so long now that I'm gonna leap ninja-like on it's sunny ass and tackle it to the ground on every lunch break, every b***chin ride home, every night that Jessica's busy creating art, every weekend day down Umatilla street with a smile on my face and I'll storm into the house with the kid that's always mowing the lawn and tell his mom to let the poor f***ing kid go ride his bike. It is going to be a glorious Spring.

emayex

can i get an amen?

Makoa

Amen. And beautiful. That's all I have to say about that.

deathintransit

Amen.