Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

When Gabriel's horn blow, you better be ready to go.

When Gabriel's horn blow, you better be ready to go.

More rain. Jesus. I like the way it waits until I’m done with work and getting ready for a ride before it starts coming down in torrents.

You may call this egomania, but I know for a fact that the Universe is out to get me. It’s taken my hair, vigor and girlish figure, shunted me into a dying profession and locked me into a political-science experiment gone horribly awry. And now, to add insult to injury, it’s pissing on me.

But KRCC-FM just played Parliament’s “Mothership Connection (Star Child),” so now I feel much better. “If you hear any noise, it’s just me and the boys, hittin’ it.”

Star Child willing, I’ll be hittin’ it tomorrow, when the weather is supposed to be mightily improved. I need miles. One more day stuck inside reading what passes for “news” in this benighted country of ours will have me trying to put a glide in my stride and a dip in my hip so’s I can hitch a ride on the Mothership.

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7 Responses to “Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride”

  1. Joe Says:

    You may call this egomania, but I know for a fact that the Universe is out to get me. It’s taken my hair, vigor and girlish figure, shunted me into a dying profession and locked me into a political-science experiment gone horribly awry. And now, to add insult to injury, it’s pissing on me.

    I feel your pain, brother, I feel your pain.

  2. Duncan Carter Says:

    weather mightily improved Monday afternoon in Boulder.

  3. Larry T. Says:

    Perhaps you’ll feel better Patrick to know it’s raining on us in Italy too. But of course HERE when it rains we a)put the bikes on the van’s roof and head off to the enoteca in Barbaresco and taste a few prime examples of Barolo’s little sister. Then it’s b)down the hill to a place we know that’s anything but Piemontese — a Napoli-styled pizza joint. It’s part of a (horrors!) chain of these things around Italy and beyond, including London that attempt to recreate the foods of Naples and Campania. We started out with some gen-u-wine buffalo mozzarella and prosciutto before a pizza margherita (they call theirs LA VERACE, meaning the real thing) with basil, tomato sauce, and mozzarella shipped up from around Vesuvius. Real Napoli style pizza with the soft, succulent, almost sensuous crust — nothing like what’s found elsewhere in Italy and certainly elsewhere in the world! After lunch and a serious espresso we c)headed up to our castle/hotel (remember the Secret of Santa Vittoria with Anthony Quinn? That’s our hotel) to dry off and relax before d)heading down the road a bit to Atlante Ciclismo for some cycling consumerism. This shop has it all, piled high and deep. Probably the largest Colnago inventory outside of Cambiago (the owner’s a pal of Ernie’s of course!) along with lots of other cool stuff you see in the US only in the pages of Bicisport.
    When we’re bored with that we’ll e)return to the castle overlooking the Barolo hills (if we can see them through the clouds) for an evening repast of Piemontese specialties — perhaps some sliced meats as a an antipasto, maybe a risotto alla Barbera as a first plate followed by something cool like vitello tonnato (roast veal with a tuna-flavored mayo on top – sounds odd but is very tasty)as our main course, all washed down with Barolo (nah, we had that last night, maybe Barbaresco or Dolcetto tonight?)wine or two. So even with the rain, Italy’s a pretty darn nice place to be, probably a 180 degree difference from Bibleburg. Tomorrow’s supposed to clear up for a ride through the Barolo hills — I can feel you sticking the sharp pins into the Larry T. voodoo doll already! It’s a tough job but someone’s got to look after these folks on their cycling vacation.

  4. Boz Says:

    I’m glad misery loves company. I thought today would bring a respite, but no, rain, rain, and more rain. Tomorrow, sunny and low 70’s is what the WC sez. A good day to break inn the new Specialized Comp road shoes. These babies are comfy under the computer desk, but stomping on the pedals is the test. No rain, pleeeeease.

  5. Steve O Says:

    Rainy days call for some regression therapy: in the mode of Fractured Fairy Tales, here’s Calvin and Jobs.

    http://all-thats-interesting.tumblr.com/post/700116691/calvin-steve-jobs

  6. Charley Says:

    Just wait till old age gets your ass..

  7. james Says:

    Well PO’G it could be worse…….you could be an British Army officer getting reamed for the Bloody Sunday massacre. Thank goodness they finally – 38 years – came to a conclusion on that mess. Maybe now the Irish can be free again. Have a stiff stout for the homeland my Irish brother. We will never forget the blimey bast@rds for the troubles…..
    I just wish that benny Hill and Monty Python weren’t so funny….

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