Let's not kid ourselves.

Just because one would rather ride bikes than just about anything, and one happens to write about it from time to time on a blog (which in this case is sort of like talking to one's self), and one happens to take photos to chronicle their happenings, does not make one a bike blogger or an expert or epic or whatever.  However one should not let any of this keep one from riding their bike as much as they are able or as long or as short as one would like or from enjoying the hell out of any time spent on a bike.  Everytime you don't get on the bike because you don't think you have enough time for a serious ride you've let "them" win.

That said I have been beset upon from all sides in a conspiracy of vast proportions to keep me from riding my bike.  Their have been extraordinary amounts of work, and minor surgical procedures, and a child in my house that wasn't there last riding season (April - October in these parts), and other factors that I have let block me from my outlet of choice.  And in the depths of my funk I have let them win by not hopping on and tearing around the neighborhood because I fretted that it may be wasted time.  Well I'm not going to kid myself that I have all the time in the world to dedicate to this aspect of my life, but I'll be damned if I let my imagination's other people and their imaginary opinions of my hypothetical activities define my enjoyment of life.