Thats all folks. Rob wins 1 day 17 hours and 45 minutes.

The black minutes before extraction, after seven miles of muddy slog.

Huracan attempt Done 160 miles. GREAT Ride!

I did my best folks, but the legs are dead!

Update ??? Part 5.. Saturday morning about to roll out..

I survived.. what a night. Late start. beating rob roberts not a priority, finishing this beast is the goal.. Its raining Bah..

part 4 last update till camp unless something really weird happens

last one for now

update part 3

part 3

update 2 part 1

at lake apopka

Update 1

53 miles in 4 hours good so far

Game time!

About to Start

ThE 18th HouR

All week, everyday, whether I went to bed early or went to bed late, I have awaken at 517am? WTF is all that about? This morning was no different. So I laid in bed and pondered the Huracan. Tomorrow the fun starts you know. 9am roll out, first one to the end wins. I want us both to finish, and I don't really care who wins, I think strategy will win overall. You may ask yourself what is there to strategize about, PLENTY, believe me.

This is a 300 mile self supported epic. Plenty of things to consider. Add the element of cold weather and rain on Saturday and you have yourself EVEN BETTER EPIC formulatic conditions (I'm sure that is not a word).

This week has been hard. Emotionally. Problems with my Teen, bad news from someone I didn't really want to hear any news from, once again thinking about the Universal Puzzle that I have been bothered with for months, and a small virus attempted to infect my body as well.

My emotions have been staved, as logic seeps in and attempts to clean up the mess that emotions tend to make, my teen issues are still teening along, and my virus was defeated with Echinacea tea and Raw Honey.

So this morning I made a new plan. And I wont discuss it, my plan is set, and I am sticking to it. Although 300 miles is far, in the self supported racing game its a short race and what you have to think is how productive would an all night push really be in the end?

Regardless, a list has been made and I plan to prepare tonight so that tomorrow early I can rise and roll without concern or care.

Check in on this blog, the Huracan blog, the facebook fan site and my personal facebook page to keep up with the video updates, that's right I will be quad casting all my updates, so that everyone has a chance to "experience" the Huracan with me.

Check back frequently and often starting tomorrow morning at 9am.

take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

I CaN

WARNING, THIS POST IS RANT. PURE RANT. NEGATIVE AND SHOULD NOT BE READ, BUT I WANT TO SHOUT THIS TO THE VIRTUAL WORLD. DO NOT READ AND DO NOT CONTACT ME ASKING WHATS WRONG, ITS HOW I FEEL, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

I can be shook.

I am not bulletproof. I may appear to be cause I push the boundaries
but I can be shook
I can be broken and split, splintered and frayed shelled and fragged
battered and bruise and broken.
I have lots of self discipline but its not enough.
I have done many right things but that is not enough.
I have gave myself when I said I wouldn't do it again.
I have believed when I said I would not believe.
As strong as I have stood I have folded.
I have felt the love for life and have felt the fight as well.
Have felt pain deep in my fiber both physical and emotional
I no longer understand what the point of it is.
What does it all mean.
What is the answer to it all.
Sick I have grown of all the cliched sayings that people spit.
everything happens, blah, blah, blah...
one door closes another opens....
do you know how old I am?
I am tired of doors and if I was sure that my sons would be fine maybe I would leave
right isn't that what they say, if you don't like it here, then leave?
That's the answer to everything is it? Run away?
WTF...
Like I care...
What have I done...
What have I got to show for my years of effort?
Is this what mid life crisis is all about?
Questioning analyzing, criticizing, realizing, accepting or denying?
FED UP
Seems so wrong to rant
Seems so wrong to complain about how I feel when there are starving children in Africa or Haiti or right around the corner
Guess that's being too self fish to feel frustrated with my current situation.
Is the grass greener on the other side?
What does it all mean? Why does it have to be so complicated?
Why does it seem the ones who abuse and don't appreciate have all the spoils and the ones who do right and walk a straight have NONE...
WTF is the point? Is this some cruel joke? Is this supposed to be funny? I'm not laughing...
Timing is everything, this is perfect isn't it, perfect timing. My life turned upside down, then right side up then upside down...
Right before I got to push myself...
And that's the one thing I love about riding and hate about riding all at the same time. The wondering, the thinking the pondering, the constant thinking and reminiscing...
life is beautiful so many joys...
LIFE SUCKS so much pain
so much tragedy
This is not funny
Nor is it fun
but then it is
so much going on...I'm tired of it....

It ALL HaPPeNs FoR a ReaSoN

This past weekend was great. I got ZERO Miles in. That's OK, I figure I will get more miles in next weekend in 30 or so hours then most people do all month. It was what I would call a weekend exercise in Flexibility.

Friday I had plans to do dinner with a friend, but canceled them due to Financial budget concerns AND my Saturday plans got bumped up.

I took my sons to see the Wolf man movie with my Momma, and we ate some Pizza Hut, it was good wholesome times.

That Saturday morning, I got up and did a good hearty Yoga work out and got the boys up. My Saturday plans with Ms. Art Director got Cancelled on account that she didn't feel so good. I was more bummed about her not feeling good than anything, I hate to hear someone is under the weather. Then it suddenly hit me. The very thing I have worked hard to avoid was once again manifesting itself.

One of the main things I noticed when my previous relationship disintegrated was that I had no friends aside from the pedal pedal pedal kind to do some normal regular social stuff with. I have been working hard since January 1st to remedy that, and I thought I did a good job of it, but my sudden change of plans showed me that I indeed had not.

I called some other friends but they were all busy studying. I am done with school, I got no studies, I am established, I have no such constraints. SO, I had some work to do on the Black for the upcoming Huracan ride so I packed a bag and headed to the shop.

Hung out with the guys failed miserably at installing a derailleur pulley, noticed I was missing a limit screw, and then before I knew it I was leaving there on my way home on a Saturday night with nothing to do. I was kind of bumming about it.

Then I got a call from a girl that had tried to talk to me, but I had dismissed cause I was not interested. She needed a ride to the super market, and since I had nothing better to do, I said OK. I gave her a ride, when we went back to her house some people were over so we hung out, I had a brewski and some entertaining conversation and managed to get a hold of my friend John.

All morning I had wanted to Get 2 for 1 at chili's where its always 2 for 1 all the time. But I had no one to go with and I don't drink alone, LOL. So I went to visit John, he shared some problems he has been having with lately, I got on my soap box and discussed Primal Nutrition with him, then we headed out to Chili's . All day I had wanted two for one and I got it!

So, I had drinks, we chatted, John is one of the few people that really makes me laugh my ass off, and I laughed so hard. We had the worst server ever, I got a buzz on, took John home, then went home myself and crashed in my bed.

Got up the next morning, feeling good and ready, got my sons and hung out with them all day long, enjoying the warm weather. Cranked out my taxes and just really had a nice relaxed Sunday.

I still got to make some final tune prep on the bike, and I want to convert the Fixie machine back to off road goodness, but I took it easy after the taxes and sat and enjoyed a movie with the boys and eventually some good conversation with some new friends and some old friends before bed.

Overall, not a bad weekend and the perfect peaceful weekend to prelude the Hardcore Bonanza I will endure next weekend.

Will I be able to do what I need to do to beat the Roberts? I don't even really know, truth be told I will be happy to complete the loop!

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

U WaNt AnsWeRs I GoTeM

My weekends have turned into adventures similar to what I used to do every weekend before I fell into a deep hole of depression, sorrow and self pity.

But, as sure as the sun rises and sets, my MOJO has returned and I feel profoundly better for having survived that ordeal and LORD knows I have learned alot.

I am still feeling my way around a little bit, but slowly I am picking out the weeds and cleaning out my closet and getting in touch with ME again.

As much as I believe in the Law Of Attraction I have made a concerted effort to attract what I want out of life and so it has come to pass that I have attracted almost exactly what my first attraction points required.

It's time to change my point of Attraction, and I wont advertise what the old one was nor what the new one is.

I have officially retired from the Internet dating game. I am not really interested in the BS anymore, to me, as vain as this may sound, a lot of chicks ignored the best offer of their lives and I am not digging being ignored any longer. I have ALOT to offer a lady, I am A prize; a Jewel, a Diamond in the Rough. The one who chooses to take advantage of that will ENJOY the benefits that it brings and provides.

There is one Profile still active and floating but I am not chasing any more of them silly little materialistic web wenches, focusing instead on ME.

I have made some good friends that are definetely worth my time.

Friday was a quiet eve at home with nothing of real interest to report. Saturday morning I got up early to take the boys to their mothers and hustle over to meet NICK for a lesson in Shredology at Snowhill. 22 miles later, I finished up the shred and cleaned up to go meet Mr. Rob Roberts for Singletrack Samurai business. After that, rushed home to get ready to meet, Ms. Head Honcho Art Director for Dinner and drinks.

She is a darn sweet lady in all aspects and dimensions. Great company as we sat there and chatted the night away doing Sake shots. Ate some great food, saw an ole friend from the Thai Restaurant in Deland, and then we waltzed over for more drinks and some live music in a basement of all places.

Quaint as it was, Ms. Head Honcho kept telling me to keep quiet everytime the band would stop and I would yell enthusiastically, PLAY SOME SKINNARD MAN. Not like I would know if they did play it since I could not even name one of their tunes.

On our way out the door slight Chaos ensued as we were invited to follow the music and offered drinks. Roger bought us both a drink, then Random drunk guy bought us Tequila shots, then tiny Hairspray lady asked us for relationship advice, then eventually we hauled ass. That place was the cherry on top cause it provided the right amount of Chaos and adventure that my warrior spirit craves.

That night as I fell into a deep sleep the next morning I just didnt want to deal with the cold or be forced to pedal. I went to the shop worked on the Black Beauty and chatted it up, eventually met a friend for a warm cup of something good and some conversation and headed home.

Another great weekend, albeit a lazy one. Last week left me feeling tired and I needed a rest week, LMAO. Imagine if I really trained, I guess I am too much of a wuss and I rely totally on piss and vinegar to get me thru the hardest of challenges. Life is good, cant wait till next weekend.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

OpEn LeTTeR

Dear Rob Roberts,

It is with great regret that I have to inform you that I must kick your ass the last weekend of this month.

I know, I know you are not accustomed to getting your but kicked and rarely if ever do you see there is something you cannot complete or accomplish.

I understand completely. Yes I am aware that you are a GIANT, standing at 6 feet 8 inches tall you probably would of made a better basketball player then endurance cyclist. And I Know you allegedly have no off switch, but there was this one time, I saw you suffering, or was it two times???

Sure, I have grown tired of setting up this defeat now for months and months. Constantly playing possum around you to lure you into this epic battle is a mischievious and deceitful tactic I have had to endure for much too long. Now I will just have to let the dog out and crush your spirits and hopes of becoming the first ever HURACAN CHAMPION. It's like I explained to you and Mike in Pisgah. These type of events take a COMBINATION of skills. And although I recognize your Gigantic Talents, its the combination of skills that you have yet to develop that will impede you from defeating me.

It's ok, you will have a chance at Redemption at the CFiTT, and there is no shame in second place, although I hear that is the first loser, so in theory you will be first at something no matter what right? That should motivate you to some extent.

In fact, when you see my kit on the starting line, that is when the defeat will begin for you but it wont end there. I will let you gain a comfortable lead and then when you least expect, pass you as I dance on the pedals smiling and singing a two live crew song.

Keep hope alive brother and keep doing your best,

Sincerely,

The NaKeD InDiaN
CFiTT CHAMPION

David Vs. Goliath the HURACAN 300 SHOWDOWN!!!

The Huracan is the LONGEST SELF SUPPORTED MOSTLY OFF ROAD RACE IN FLORIDA.

And its going down the February 26, 27 & 28.

Originally slated as a 3 stage event the TWO GIANTS AMONGST MEN Who are lining up for the challenge have changed the game and decided to ride it as a straight thru event.

Rob Roberts aka Death From above aka Black ops AKA GOLIATH is taking on the CFiTT Fixed Gear Recorld Holder Karlos Aka "the Naked Indian" aka the Singletrack Samurai, Rodriguez Bernart Aka David in a battle of wills, endurance, strength, strategy and speed.

Both will be updating the blog live with pics, videos and commentary via Cell phone on http://eoth.singletracksamurai.com/

And the fan site on facebook, which you can get a link too off the Singletrack samurai dot com web site.

The Giant is Clearly the Favorite, but LITTLE David does have some tricks up his sleeves.

Join us via blog and facebook and watch the action unfurl as these two Warriors and OFF ROAD SUPERStARS MAKE a Historic attempt to ride the EYE OF THE HURACAN.

sHred!

My RuSSiaN GiRlFriEnD UPDATE, dont be a FOOL

Karlos,

I want to think you for your posting about the Russian girl Vladlena scam. I don't have a google account or I would leave a comment on your blog. How these scam artists found me on Match.com I don't know. First, a beautiful 28 year old girl contacted me supposedly from White Pines TN and she said she is moving to my area and wants to meet. IF IT SOUNDS TO GOOD TO BE TRUE IT PROBABLY IS. She tells me to email her on her Yahoo account and that is when the fun with Vladlena begins. I feel like an idiot because I believed this crap for about a week. I even sent a few of my own personal pics to Vlada, after all she was sending me some of hers which included a nudie . I have corresponded in the past via snail mail with a pretty Ukrainian girl and her writing style was a lot like Vladlena's so maybe that's how I got suckered. The emails that you have posted are the exact same ones that I received with the exception of the one where she has the tickets to America but her mom doesn't have all the money so this is where my gullible ass comes in.

This is that email from these prick criminals.

Hello dear _YOUR NAME GOES HERE_!!!
Here is the info, about my flight, that I was given in agency:

Information for Vladlena Afanaseva

Kind regards,"Solis Tour", 173910, Moscow, Volokitina 131,
office 31. e-mail: solis-tour@narod.ru

Please use our service. Manager: Dmitriy Vasilev
-----------------------------------------------------
Flight, February 15, 2010

1. Moscow/Stockholm SK8702 Flight duration: 2h 10

Scandinavian Airlines
Departure
08:55 Moscow (SVO), Russia , Sheremetyevo International terminal F
Arrival
09:05 Stockholm (ARN), Sweden , Arlanda terminal 5
Change of plane required. Stop duration: 1h 15

2. Stockholm/Chicago SK945 Flight duration: 9h 10

Scandinavian Airlines
Departure
10:20 Stockholm (ARN), Sweden , Arlanda terminal 5
Arrival
12:30 Chicago , IL (ORD), USA , O'Hare International terminal 5
Change of plane required. Stop duration: 3h 05

3. Chicago/Kansas City SK8815 Flight duration: 1h 30

Scandinavian Airlines
Departure
15:35 Chicago , IL (ORD), USA , O'Hare International terminal 1
Arrival
17:05
Kansas City , MO (MCI), USA , Kansas City International terminal A

Price: foreign passport, visa,tax, consulate fee, ticket Eco.class.USD 1590.00
-----------------------------------------------------
I've got all the information and I'm resending it for you!! I am here after my visit to the consulate
and to the agency I am so happy to say we will meet in few days!!!! I am really lucky girl to meet you.
Honey the thing is that I booked the nearest possible flight but I have a little problem and I really hope
you will be able to help me. You see I never expected I will ask you for such help but I have nothing else
to do. You know my mom promised to send me money for tickets by western union as soon as I will find out
prices but she was told on her work that because of economic crisis she will receive all the money she saved
from every months salary only in a few months. So thats why she can`t send me all the sum for tickets now
and she was able to send only 200$ I have got it today. I was sure my mom will help me because she promised but
now she sent a letter explaining it is possible only in few months or so because of economic crisis. I was in
the bank to try to ask them a loan but they said I need to have a registration in Moscow to get a loan from
their bank and I don't have it! I think it is not great problem for you to help me. I even hope maybe it will
be pleasure to help me because you are my knight, right? RIGHT, #1 SUCKER I wanted to ask you to help me to pay for my tickets
directly but they tell I can't use your help or ask you about sending me tickets because I have a permission
to use the help of the travel agency only because they do all travel things and it is their business to arrange
all travel things for my trip, such is the law. It is not possible to get a work visa without the help of the
agency, they have too strict rules of getting visas. After all payments here and my flight from Ekaterinburg
I have about 700 dollars of my own money and I need about 950 US dollars from your side

because I have to pay for my tickets and few more things, and I have to pay in advance about 1590 dollars. This price includes all arrangements of documents and everything. I have to be sure that I will be able to book my tickets or I will
lose all the money I gave them in advance. I'm not going to ask one more time for your help, you see I am in
such situation... I will be waiting for your answer. I know it sounds like I am a poor outsider but you see
I don't have enough time to find the money I need and find somebody to help me, you know my mom gave me all
she could collect for my travel. I hate to ask but now I don't have any other choice. I need some help from
you, SUCKER please help me to leave Moscow and it is all I ask now. Kiss you, counting days and minutes before our
meeting. You know it is only money, and I think it is not too hard for you to help me, you see I have such
chance only once in my life. I know you are a kind man and I hope you will be able to help me SUCKER. I promise I
will return all the money and I will earn money because I am ready to work as hard as I can! You know my rent
address here is Russia, Moscow, Gnezdnikovskii Bolshoi Pereulok 32, flat - 117. Remember my full name is
Vladlena - (first name) Afanaseva - (last name). It is right writing in English, and you should put it on Money
Gram or western union list and you can choose any bank in Moscow, they tell it is international service and I can
pick up the money at any bank of Moscow. They said I can get only Money Gram or western union transfer because
I have not any bank accounts in Moscow and I have only passport and it is enough to get it!
If you need the address of Money Gram or Western Union in Moscow is
MOSKOMMERTSBANK
Gnezdnikovskii Bolshoi Pereulok 1,
Moscow, 125009
+7-495-7923879

Actually I've been told you can send it to any of their offices. I can call you as soon as I receive the transfer
to let you know about it. And please after you complete a transfer write me the number of your transfer, I'm not
sure how it's call but they will give you a number of your transfer.

Million of Kisses,
Your Vladlena

P.S. I am not sure I should tell this but I want to let you know if you don't like me when I come I will not bother
you and it is only your choice to spend time with me or not. I know you may be too busy, and in any case I will
return the money back. I can have a room for rent if I want, a job and I want to say please don't worry I don't
want to use you just to reach my goal. I am sure when we meet we will have no regrets about it, I promise.
Please, don't leave me alone I've done so much to start this trip and I don't want to give up. And I can stay
more than six months, I can stay longer and I can prolong my visa. I want to get to know you better.....SUCKER
to learn more things about you, to touch your hand.. look in your eyes..TAKE YOUR MONEY.

Well, because of you Karlos these scumbags never got my greenbacks, only a few of my pics. I hope you put this email of theirs on your blog to save others from losing their cash. They sure had me fooled and thank God I had the presence of mind to Google her name and town she was from because thats how I found your blog and warning about this.

Thanks again, Jeff S. Kansas City

Your welcome Jeff, all in service to look out for my fellow man!

Shred,

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

NK 150

Close to 150 miles in 4 days had my legs feeling like spaghetti as I was teaching my Students how to climb the ladder yesterday afternoon.

By the time I got home, I was ornery and tired and really needing to go to bed. BUT, I didn't, I made my dinner, cleaned up the house a little, and then settled on the couch with LIL'r NI scanning the tube searching for something entertaining.

Monday's ride home seemed like a good idea. Right around mile 20 I was cold and thinking wow, this was not that good of an idea and I still had 17 more miles to go..LOL...

When you ride in the dark, everything seems to take longer and go slower. And after a brief stop at the store (i love the attention & stares when I walk in a store in full cycling regalia) I went home, cooked dinner and got into bed right around 1030. I wanted to be in bed sooner, but things just don't always work out the way you want.

530am came quick. I got up, checked the route, google Map's bragged about a much shorter route and I decided if I wanted to make it in time, I needed to take the route that was going to be quicker. Now mentally it seemed longer, but in actuality, google maps was spot on with the mileage.

I checked the weather and 45 degrees sounded real cold, considering the previous commutes 51 degrees felt frigid. So I put it all on, 2 Lycra shirts, my wool shirt, arm warmers, leg warmers, wool socks and shoe covers. As I rolled out, I felt toastee and everything seemed to be working well. In fact, 2 miles in I ventilated my gear, but never had to take anything off.

I dreaded getting on the bike that morning, but once I got rolling I felt really good. I was having fun and my speeds were downright solo roadee riding respectable. I was feeling competitive knowing I had to be at work by a certain time made all the difference. I kept the hammer steady and followed the Google Map route to the letter, with one exception.

Once on Maitland Blvd I turned early, and noticed I was in a parking lot, I looked over a little curb and steep uphill off road hump mogul looking thing and noticed that was the road I needed to be on. A die hard Roadie, might of turned around, or dismounted and got over the dirty obstacle. Me I just hit it at speed like I would on my mountain bike, flew over the top dropped down into the street and kept the pedals turning ( I love my cross check).

Eventually, I got to the final stretch, got all tucked up time trial style and finished my commute, with 10 minutes to spare. Great ride and I felt energized, I believe the word I used was Supercharged.

Commuting is fun, and if the weather is not outrageous I plan to do the same thing next Monday and Tuesday, a good way to get miles in and still be there to take care of my Solo Parenting duties.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

ArTisTiC SenTimenTal ShrEddd... part 2 A daY at the ArtS FeStivaL

If you like attention. Go into a store or a large group of folks in tight cycling clothes. Everyone looks, some people point and little girls giggle nervously.

As I strolled down the street I chained my bike up and went into a store that advertised coffee. Asked for Espresso, they kindly directed me to another Location. No worries, as I continue to stroll thru the people laden sidewalk, I found the place and searched for a spot to chain the bicycle. I found a bench, chained it and headed upstairs.

After what seemed like forever got My latte came downstairs sat on the bench and people watched. I was fortunate enough in the past several weeks to make Friends with the Director of the Arts Festival and I sent her a message letting her know I was there.

Shortly, thereafter I observed a very pretty girl doing Air Piano. The funny part was, her friend told her I was watching and you could almost see her bronze skin turn red with slight embarrassment and as she walked by she explained it away, and I told her, "not to worry, it was funny and I totally get it."

After sitting for a couple of minutes I decided it was time to get out of these clothes and put on some regular hang out clothes. I had brought a blue pin striped checkered shirt and my long Hoss shorts to put on. I changed, put on my shirts tucked in my Bib straps in my short and just as I finished Christina walked up. This was the first time we had met, but it sure felt like we had known each other for years. She asked me to wait, since she was busy doing head honcho type stuff.

I sat and waited, she came back and gave me a place to put my bike and spread out my clothes so they would be dry for the ride home and then I got the grand tour of the festival, the arts center and everything in between. She is SUPER good people and I felt spoiled by the tour and the information and art work she showed me.

Unfortunately, she had more Director type work to do and I was left to entertain myself. I sat, watched the Polynesian and Irish dancers, strolled about, ate some food, drank some coffee, the decided it was time to go.

The wind was blowing hard still and the air was growing colder. As I prepped I got hungry again, so I headed over to a place Called Pizza Amore and the service was slow, but the food was delicious.

I even had some slices left over which I wrapped up and strapped onto the bike. As I got outside the air had grown cold. And I put on almost all my gear and for the second time in my cycling adventures even put on the leg warmers.

Got on the bike and pedaled out of town. As I made my way out, the knee pain seemed to get worst and it was really hurting but after 10 miles it went away. Keeping pace was easy. I felt like such a pro, averaging 18 to 20 mph with a fierce 25 mph tailwind pushing me almost the entire ride home. It was pleasant, easy, beautiful and fun. Completely enjoyable.

I got home in record time, took a shower, and laid down and fell asleep. Ending the day with 80 miles, and waking at 430am, had all added up to a nice physically needed coma.

It was a good day indeed,

Laters,

Take Care,

The NaKeD InDiaN

ArTisTiC SenTimenTal ShrEddd... part 1 Home to Mt. Dora

Hustle And Bustle is what a Friday Evening Feels like as I haul ass from work anxious to pick up my sons and take them to their Biological Mother's house.

Raining and windy it was as I maneuvered the rain soaked streets on my way to drop them off.

Once I dropped them off I made my way to a Friends house for a Soul Food dinner party. I am doing my very best to become more of a social butterfly and hang out with people who do more then just ride bikes.

My cycling Friends are a good Lot, they are diamonds in the rough. In fact they are so Diamond like and so in the rough that unless I drive 100 plus miles spending time with them that doesn't involve pedaling is a chore.

So all too often my weekends are spent solo. Riding Solo, eating solo, watching TV solo... I think I have enough Solo, I want Dolo's at least. LOL...

So my good Friend Shizelle has been doing plenty of work to get me involved in other activities. And lord knows she has been great. I call her my counselor and over the past weeks she has really helped me and looked out for me in some deep dark moments. Regardless, she invited me to the Soul food dinner party. As you can guess all there was to eat was soul full food and I partake and enjoyed. Had some Tequila with sprite, and eventually made it home and fell into an immaculate perfect tequila coma.

AFTER, wrapping my roadie bars and fixing my bike packing packs. Mental note, intoxication is not the best way to do mechanical stuff. I discovered in the morning that one side was not wrapped as far as the other and that I ended up repairing the wrong buckle on my bag, so I ended up having to undo the repair and fix the correct side, UGGGHhhSSSS...

I awoke from my coma at 4am.. Ungodly hour to awake, and laid there for almost 2.5 hours just thinking, not good. On top of all that thinking I could hear the wind blowing hard outside. Eventually I decided to get up and suit up and prepare for the day.

It seemed like the prep took forever. I knew the ride home would be chilly, so I had all the lights strapped on, I also had close to hang out at the Mt. Dora arts festival and clothes to bundle up on the way home.

I loaded up and rolled out, the bike was packed perfectly and I felt good about the trip. On my way towards destination one which was breakfast at Bagel King, I noticed a Roadie coming up from behind. Being a cyclist, and a man, sometimes means that whether the other guy knows it or not there is an imaginary race going on. So I immediately put the hammer down, trying to keep my pace in the headwind on a loaded bike up around the 21mph range. When I look over my shoulder, here he comes passing me by with a friendly wave.

Damn, I ramp up and grab his wheel and then notice that he only has one rear cog. I'm like wait a minute, is this guy on a fixie?

I pull up next to him and spark a conversation. His name was Winston, he was on a fixie, I cant remember the gear ratio, we talked for a bit, I tucked in behind him again and figured. Well, I am going to attack him up here after this curve see if I cant drop him, Let's see how strong he really is. I made the turn, put the hammer down, and I gapped him, but got tired, he closed in again, and I declared it a draw and we cruised for about 3 miles chatting and talking.

Good guy, will keep an eye out for him. Made it to Bagel King and sat down and ate some quick carbs. 11 miles in and I had not ate nor drank a drop so I was ready to feast. Goodness, I have never seen so many riders in my hometown. As I watched people going by and coming in. One guy invited me to a roadie ride. I was polite and hoped he could not see the disinterest in my face.

Finished my food, stepped outside and amazingly it felt even colder then when I had gone in to eat. So I slipped on my arm warmers, threw on the head phones and hauled ass.

As I made my way down the country roads, I was passed by a gang of Latin American motorcycle riders who all politely gave me the "hang loose" sign with their fingers, I felt a sense of belong. LOL...

I meandered down bike paths, and noticed wet spots everywhere and dark clouds over head. I'm like, wait, I checked all the maps and there was no mention of rain. Usually if I expect rain I waterproof my clothes in bags and I did not do that. If I get rained on and I get wet, this could be disastrous. I had to get into a Bear Grylls mind frame and as I reached the start of the bike path, I saw the maintenance man. I asked him for a hefty bag, and I grabbed it and strapped it to my bike, resolving that if it started raining I would cover my seat bag Ala Matt Lee tour divide picture I saw in Dirt Rag a month back.

Kept riding and noticed that the head wind was becoming down right Huracan like. I said to my self, I am going to be riding into this for the rest of my way to Mt. Dora. Damn this is gonna hurt.

And it did. The rest of the ride was a battle. But I kept a smile on my face and ticked off the miles. When the wind did let up I clicked up the gears and took advantage for those brief moments. Eventually, the hills came and I knew Mt. Dora was close.

As I rolled into town, the traffic got backed up and I reveled in the pleasures of pedaled transportation, but wondered why my left knee was hurting? NOT something that Usually happens to me...

I followed the logical flow of the turns and streets to finally get myself to that little blue dot on the my GPS that said Mt. Dora. Eventually, the people were everywhere and I dismounted the bike and walked.

My first mission, a much deserved Latte.

Part 2 whenever I feel like it...LOL

Take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

EPiSoDe SiX: PoeTiC JuStiCe

Why Must you Lie
Your at least 30 pounds from the athletic build you described
Why would you ask for a man who is fit
When your miles away from achieving it
Indeed truth is real, don't Post a fake picture
an incomplete one lacking the total mixture
Give me a head to toe shot, and hold up today's paper
Give me some real proof that your real and not a faker
Cause check it, My advertisement, its actual not false
I'm not photogenic, that's not my fault
The woman who picks me will get what she sees
Plus a little extra, so my pictures mislead
In real life, I think, I got a little more to give
But, when I meet you in person I think, "what have I just done did"..
So stop with your faking, your misrepresentation and Lies
Tell the truth, let me make a choice before I send a message saying Hi,
this Internet dating, really, really sucks.
Time to meet people the traditional way, don't know if I even give a F**K

8 mile!

The NaKeD InDiaN