Funky - With a Capitol 'F'

The weather matched my mood this weekend; funky. Make that Funky. With a capital 'F.' Some days are like that; why... I'm not sure. The planets have not aligned? The Universe is on tilt? Karma is a bitch?

Vintage Biker Chick

Should I try and run out in between the scant patches of sunlight? Hmmmmm.....ok. I really need the wind therapy today. Pull on jeans, pull on boots, which shirt? It doesn't matter, grab one and ride while it's sunny. The wind is chill, ok, good choice with the Under Armor...always a good choice. The clouds are plump with the threat of rain. Weather man says it will hold off until early afternoon, I'm not convinced.

I make it a 'functional' ride; I need underwear. There's only one place I buy underwear - Target. Ha! Gotcha - you thought I was going to say Victoria Secret right?? Only during the semi-annual sale, and only for bras. Boy short underwear from Target. Mission accomplished.

Vintage Underwear

I take the long way home, hoping those clouds are just threatening. The cool wind, the curves, the smell of greenery...its all good. My attitude changes marginally. My sole focus riding home was 'when and where can I take off for an extended road trip?'

That feeling that I get when the only cure is 'running,' 'getting out of town,' and putting distance between me and.......and.....whatever. That feeling when you look around and say, 'this is not my life,' 'am I invisible or what?' That was my weekend.

“As things stand now, I am going to be a writer. I’m not sure that I’m going to be a good one or even a self-supporting one, but until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says,

‘you are nothing’, I will be a writer.”

Hunter S. Thompson

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