Hey There Big Legs. Come Here Often?
Today, as I was walking home from jury duty, I noticed a plethora of professional biker’s vehicles weaving all dazed and confused through the Saint Paul rush hour traffic.
As I approached my parking spot in the St. Paul Farmers Market I noticed that block after block was barricaded and the biker density seemed to be increasing. By the time I arrived at the lot I was totally surrounded. Turns out my parking spot was ground zero for Stage 1- St. Paul Lowertown Criterium of the Great River Energy Bicycle Festival.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t stick around for the evening’s festivities, but lucky for you they continue at various locations around the river valley until the 15th. Check the schedule . Also, you can follow the Nature Valley Grand Prix on Twitter.
Music. Bikes. Twitter.
How cool is that?
I accidentally happened across a Nature Valley Grand Prix event last summer when I showed up at Peavey Plaza for something else entirely. It’s pretty cool!
Erica, all the bikers were cute. The first thing I noticed as I stood amongst them was many of the guys seemed 5′6 and many of the women seemed 5′10, both had calves like three people combined.
I watched from under trees. The riders casual, then hurrying, the peleton a shimmering network that ceaslessly blurred, rushed forward, moved apart, and formed again. I did not see her among them but I will look for her again within the lostempyre.
adissipare - Poetic. Maybe you’ll get your chance again tonight at Peavey Plaza in Minneapolis.
If you see the most beautiful woman God and his angels, in all their generosity and love of mankind, have ever placed on this earth, please let me know. I know she has misunderstood me, but love is a force as great as the peleton and, for this, I will travel the lostempyre from one end to other, I will crawl through mud, but I will find her.
Uh… what?
"but love is a force as great as the peleton "
I have rarely found love to be efficient.
Love is efficient in the same way a hurricane is efficient — and we derive our greatest pleasures not from sensibility but from the senseless. The city of Minneapolis is a wonder, but for me an empty one. I did not find her again tonight. My torment continues. I think it is true that the ordeals that possess our hearts may be more exhausting than the ordeals that tire our bodies. There is a training camp in Austin she may be headed towards. I will follow her there. Too bad. This would have been a wonderful place to raise a family. I will write you again from Texas as I search the lostempyre.