I don’t know what is going on with me, but I am still really bummed out to be nowhere near a mountain and snow.
As a matter of fact, I am that bummed out that I have been dreaming about riding just about every night.
Last night I even dreamt that I was in Tahoe and that I jumped in my g’friend’s M’s big SUV and drove to the Timberline (in Portland OR). It was a tough drive, and I don’t really believe I got there, but I did get to a house and saved some girls from an intruder…
I have been thinking if it could be possible that I am just making it a lot better in my head, that I really didn’t enjoy it as much as I claim to do… but that’s not it. I really feel passionate about it and I decided that that’s what I want for this winter. Just ride.
It’s weird… I don’t think I ever felt this way about anything before, well uh… maybe about Christmas or my birthday when I was little… I gladly would give up my binge eating and sex for a life on a mountain…