like a spring chicken...

Posted: April 14th, 2009

today was a gorgeous day in upstate NY. it was sunny, high 50s & little or no wind. it may not sound like much, but coming out of winter, it feels like a perfect morning in santa barbara.

between wrapping up my sorry excuse for taxes (under the wire), & some quality time with the family, I managed to grab a few hours to break out the bikes, bike rack, etc. & get things prepped for a pending road trip.

1st order of business was to back up my truck, pop open the rear hatch & listen to the dead channel on sirius. immed. I was transported back 25 years to my old house & my parents old blue station wagon, w. the same old tunes. probably doing the same thing too. it felt great. I needed to swap out a tube on my mt. bike, new tires on the road bike, & then take a look @ the hitch, which had gotten pretty rusty over the winter (why can't we use more sand & less salt?). and then it struck me... I'm old.

I'm that guy. did my clock stop when I hit 16? or 21? or 25? it happens. A LOT. I'm not wearing purple patagonia shorts & tie dyed shirt w. dancing bears on a regular basis, but you get the idea. there are plenty of folks out there who are still wearing their orig. parachute pants & members only jackets (& mustaches) - & not the new, cool, ironic ones. it happens. A LOT. you've seen moms with pants pulled up to their boobs who still think that steve miller puts out new music. (nothing against steve miller or moms w. boob pants).

I'm lucky enough to be in a band. I'm lucky enough to make new music. I'm lucky enough to have a family. I'm lucky enough to be able to do things like run/ski/hike/bike. I'm lucky to be free. free range. like a spring chicken. sort of.