The joy of the Mountain Bike road trip.
Shock waves from trauma and fear echo throughout time
I’d like to have it tied to the trunk as something I happen to gaze at in my rear view mirror while I extend the middle finger as desired.
I am an overall metamorphic blob of the feel-skees.
Fear and getting over it.
Well, sort of.
I am a wobbling whirlwind of elbows, knees and high kicks. Awkward AF.
I am not okay right now.
I can tell you what I am right now: disappointed, sad, and a little angry.