The Trail Writer

Climate: Sunsetty, Fall cool

Listening to: Evanescence -- The Open Door

I'm reading books on How to improve the written communication in your Life. I know, I know: Hokey. But I could use a good teacher! Grammar and punctuation: The structure to hang the words on. Especially cogent was the imperative to tone down the use of the Verb: To Be in all its variations. It is, It was, Is especially Is needs to be worked out of my writing. Otherwise, what kind of Life am I creating? I Don't want to Be, I want to Do! How bout you?

Anyway, I surmise the ride to resemble stellar. The Tunes especially good for the chopping of my pedals. (The band) Evanescence is -- I mean aspires to resemble a woman with a man hammering away on a choppy guitar. Every song is -- I mean sounds lovelorn and wonting. I like it. Even tho' I'm 42. Makes me feel like a high schooler. Who is she?

I pass three rough looking lads on the trail. What's that on their helmets? Headlamps. I've got to get one now. Next time -- What are they nightriding? My chain gives out as I pass them (coincidentally). So I head for home. Total ride :43
The length of one album on my system. [ mp3: Apple iPod ]

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