The opening to the song Shaft is dynamite. I’m just saying.
24 official days of work before retirement. I still have the gas down. Running through the tape every day.
Boundary Waters trip in jeopardy with the fires. Might have to do flowage or UP.
I was at the dermatologist and they called for Mrs. Jones. Of course I said out loud - we have a thing going on! Pretty well received. It’s an older crowd.
Working on my gravitas on the electric bikes phenomenon. I may have used that word wrong, but it is a running blog.
As I contemplate some big adventure, it takes a whole lot of getting in shape and denying oneself. Which takes me back to my former philosophy of keeping the main thing the main thing. In the day I just pounded miles, worked, and raised a family. I never stretched, cross trained, lifted, watched what I ate or worried about dipping snuff. Listen to me, it was damn near Bastille Day everyday. Come and get some.
Then you age out to a degree and every other week you are going to get after it…I farging swear. Such BS. You are never your own Grandpa brother. Sure…some amazing tune comes on and you drift back into adrenaline phase thinking it is time to release the hounds. Then you have to mow the damn yard, or put a fuel line on the beater and reality sets in.
Let me tell you something. I didn’t have this name for it, but in the day it was the general philosophy. In the 2024 election cycle they called it too big to rig. You’re damn right. Can you dig it? Adopt a workout, double workout, yard work, middle of the 95F weather and just freaking 396 Chevelle SS it.
P-funk brother.
Anyway…my buddy from HS is calling. Keep the faith.
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