well, here we are. or at least, here i am. and if you are here, then welcome. to the inaugural edition of surly saturdays. as i sit to write this, i am struck at how today is really anything but surly. like my friend ice cube once said, “today was a good day”. so it seems strange that for the first edition of a blog named surly, this is the direction i am heading, but i don’t care. let’s start this journey and we’ll just have to see on down the road if there is a name more fitting.
earlier i mentioned today was a good day. here’s why:
:: another 13.6 coastless miles.
:: new wheels.
:: trampolines.
:: new music.
:: *nsync.
:: pbr.
let me elaborate.
for the past countless days, weeks, and months, i have been without a car. parts of which are really cool. other aspects of this are really not. i have been riding my dear fixed gear a lot lately, which is cool. my commute to work is 6.8 miles, and offers a grand start to each day. as i pedal west into sun-drenched mountains every morning, i am caught in days of old, and my heart is full. full of memories of last summer. cool.
for the past countless days, weeks, and months, i have been without a car. that ended today. with $500 cash, i bought wheels. as i am standing in a welcoming home waiting to exchange money for keys, i look out the back patio door and see, soggy with the evening rain, a trampoline. having realized it has been awhile since seeing that view out of my own door, i instinctively swing the door wide and make my way down the stairs, across the wet grass, and onto the trampoline. i jump. high. cool.
as i drive my new old car home, *nsync plays over the airwaves. off their self-titled, 1998 debut album: i want you back. cool. strange. yet cool.
i have a select group of friends, notably in this case, (and many cases) from NY, that are always introducing me to new music. i appreciate that. thank you Scotty (and Ilya) for feeding my soul. 16 tracks of pure bliss. cool.
and as i wind down for the night, sipping on a sweaty pbr can leaving rings of condensation on my nightstand, i.. don’t need to elaborate. cool.
so, as i said, it seems odd that this is the grand kickoff, the home-opener, the ribbon-cutting, premier edition of a series named surly, but i guess that just leaves us with unparalleled room for improvement. boss.
conrad.
