this is a good article, trying to take it to heart:
Been trying to be a leader, thru compromise and trying to be 'liked'.
In order to keep order and just 'get things done.'
And what's actually gotten done during my time?
At this point, I can either throw in the towel and just fucking walk away.
I can take heed, not give one flying fuck about the petty bullshit, demonstrate I don't give fucks about petty bullshit and bang on thru with what I think is right, with what I think needs done and just fucking fight for what I think is right.
Show some fucking balls and start leading by example.
"I'm willing to put my neck on the line for this, are you?"
If the cause is just, maybe they'll follow....or not.
I can always just walk away, not like the pay is all that great.
Posted by Tomi on Tuesday, January 24, 2017
i want to rant.
i soooooo want to rant.
but the exhaustion.
exorcist head spinning
you've heard about that guy,
I've now run across him.
All I wanna do is fight
for cold clean water
and if we build it,
they will come.
fight those battles.
Not perform a trimonthly
self inflicted fucking triage
because of some fucking
cuntbag's personal battle
for self aggrandizing
I didn't sign up for this,
but I will see it thru.
Posted by Tomi on Thursday, August 11, 2016
Posted by Tomi on Wednesday, December 23, 2015
I haven't put myself thru
something like that in a
I'm not even looking
at reasons why.
It was a bad day compiled
by poor preperation.
These legs of Sept are not
those legs of summer.
I cracked at mile 50.
Though I got thru the
third timed section ok.
Heart revs were there,
was still ticking over the
gear, seemed good.
And then the lights went out.
There was a big battle with the
cramp monter in those dark
back alleys of slum town.
Why in the fuck,
am I doing this?
Asked a lot questions,
I didn't wanna answer.
The second 60/100 split
at Aid 3 was one of those
turns. You know there is
no good to come from
Bail = Months of gnawing regret.
Ride on = Me pushing my fucking
road bike up a climb because I had
nothing. Kip clop, Kip clop, Kip clop.
I ain't proud, fuck it.
What a fucking day.
And the with that, all I can say
Thank you to Ralph & his crew for
putting on one hell of a series. Always
awesome to catch up with old friends.
And thanks to all the volunteers, your
loooong day is much appreciated.
And a special fuck you to the 'cakes, good stuff.
Posted by Tomi on Monday, September 21, 2015
I sit here, in my back yard,
beer #6 in hand, huh #whut?
It was a very good day.
Full of doubt.
For some reason,
Today was the day.
When else, would I
you see what they do,
so why not you?
One step at a time.
Step taken today,
118 doorstep to doorstep
on those skinny tires.
All you gots to do is pedal,
same as it ever was.
Been doing it all my life.
Posted by Tomi on Saturday, August 08, 2015
plans are made.
lose weight, get 'fit'.
vive' le Tour.
poach three days, missing
out on the first two.
Day 1/Stage 3:
I happily embrace my inner roadie.
I love riding road bikes, smooth,
efficient and plenty of time to take
it all in.
We climbed up Reddish, which I
was actually looking forward to.
And we got to descend out of the
saddle, double yeah hawll!
Moyer's Gap is a special spot,
nice sustained 19% ramp at the
"This is gonna take everything I got." - Buck
Then it rained, and we road a shit
ton of wet fireroad. My road bike
now hates me. Everybody ended up
numb, one way or the other.
Big & Schlossy.
Tony B'town & I commuted
north, catching on the last 5yrs,
following the caravan of mtb
We ride mtn bikes north on the road,
make a few turns, settle in. Parade
up into the forest, parade some trail,
stuff the front end and bang a leg off
the bike. Ouch.
Long is timed section, big ups,
groovy down and empty at the bottom.
Regroup. Ride/hike to the overlook.
Hang out for a bit with fellow
slummers and take it all in.
Lunch, sketchy fireworks, FREEDOM!
Then on that first steepish slimey bit
of down, slow speed stuff of the front
and over we go. Bang.
Do I still have all my teeph?
Yeah? cool, I still have all my teeth.
But I am spitting out blood, neat.
Really busted my lip on that one...
Typical regroup/recovery and finally
back to steady gunning slumming'
tempo after an hour or so.
Just in time to make a wrong turn
and not realize it. Get to the bottom
and hit an unmarked T, hmmmm.
There's skidmarks, there's tracks,
there's a downed tree blocking that way,
so go the other. Left is north, right is south.
Eventually find the road, and yeah,
I'm off course. Fuck, shoulda turned left
back there, so I guess I need to turn left
on the road and head north towards
where that left pops out and wherever
the hell we're parked.
Then I made some very poor route choices,
starting with that left turn, and for the next
hour or so and went for a very long, very
lost spin on the roads up around Bryce Resort
in the exact opposite direction of where I
needed to be going. It was a long trudge
backtrack down 42 and back over the Orkney
Grade where serendipity reigned and I
was picked up quickly at the crossroads
on a hunch.
JamesK, I owe you, you too Sue G.! Thank You!
So after that 2hours of extra roadieness,
the busted lip and other additional impacts,
I was feeling kinda hollow come Sunday,
so I saw the peloton off and went home,
tail between my legs.
Posted by Tomi on Monday, July 06, 2015