From: Yeyo G. Happy 2011 !!!Here's to more pleasant and rad times, arranging that perfect beat-mash-mix-loop-synth-chord-drum pattern-midi sequence-filter-squelch and composing better more palatable dance music to make people sweaty, happy, cognizant, respectable, serious, angsty, rhythmic and growing into a more creative life, make sex and love like there is only one from many and become economically independent through a subversive means with in cultural integrity.


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Onto the next report on the BikeForPeace 2010 ride:

July 25-26-27

The extended stay at the Host site. A really nice retired couple that fed our weary bodies and I gave them my unread copy of  a Rachel Carson book that I had been holding on to. They accepted it A headache was all I could think about and wanted it out of my brains. The days ride before was mutually humbling. Overdressed and under equipped for riding was the lesson. ( learned )
New tire, back up chain, toobs, patch kit, the mainstays if your heading into the cutties.

A.I.A.D.R ( All in a days ride), the motto and nonchalant comment when things happen unexpectedly on the road. We roll with the mechanical faults, and revere the moments of pure cyclic motions.

Murphy's Law (What can happen, will happen), when all you want  in a day is to make it to the next destination, eat lot of grub, and sleep, then, ol Murph and his cursed law hits with an advantage then things happen on a learning curve.

26th
FAIL.  I did not make the morning jounce out the host site. Discovered a slow leak in toob and had to wait till 3pm for the calvary to show up. THANKS to Yaney and her cool brother and with their support I was escorted to base camp. (per say). The core met up at the base of the Sacramento Sierra Nevada Mountains for a 7k mile summit reach, my first real climb :D.
Honestly I was dreading the moment when I had to trudge up a 5% incline. The core was committed. Some on the participating riders where actually recommended to either SAG up the climb or turn around and go home. Why? To save them from literally killing themselves. 

The Sierras:
Glistening sparkles in the paving gravel looked like a negatively exposed sky line when the sun broke free it transparent rays. Dried grasses and gravel welcome any willing napper to nestle into the coolness of the conifer boughs shade. The core sways up the grade with much pace, in line with an elephant's grazing progress.
I keep my head lowered and begin to focus and seperate my muscles into their own work pace. I try to ignore the warm embrace of the Morning Star. I can actually smell its presence on me, the residual heat sinks into places of comfort, and displaces their saftey, and combine that with endless seat shift and you get a really annoying discomfort.

Pain is having uncontrollable back spasms throughout the climbs until I reasoned with my own physiology and made some amending postures to relieve myself. The numbing of the wrists and elbows was post incidental. When one pain sensory subsided, another would reap the benefits of the abandoned pain node and eat up the goods. Get it?  Muscles begin to stretch and fold, mend and tear, leak and bleed as if being flogged f for some sadistic pleasure. Yes my aches and pains were well welcome.

Core makes it to the summit via SAG. because the SNM's are fuking kill shots to the head, a real psychological mammoth to overcome for the new riders. It turns out that two cyclist made it up to the host site, which I was not surprised to see who it was.

Apologies needed here for the lack of evident photos.

MORE TO COME...
Be well to your friends, and learn to love.