As far as my mental health goes, I have reached out, and people have taken my hand, assisting me in taking one huge step out of this dark pit.
And here, chew on this news! (Don't swallow it whole!)
Film: A King County Sheriff's deputy uses "unnecessary force" to subdue a fifteen year-old girl who was already in custody, and it's all horrifically caught on tape.
Cycling: A father and son LA Wheelman's Grand Tour team were struck by a drunk driver on PCH in Malibu, killing the father and critically injuring his fourteen your old son. The driver then fled, was arrest, charged, and booked, and then set free on bail. As a daughter who indulges in her bicycle obsession with her father, this tragedy is particularly heartbreaking. But when you read about how the city and the law have reacted limply, heartbreak is replaced with anger.
Art: Famous German modern dancer and choreographer Pina Bausch died today from cancer at the age of eighty-six. I am not going to pretend that I follow dance as closely as I would like to, but I will say that I do tremendously enjoy the art form, and her "Rite of Spring" is terrifying and beautiful (Potentially NSFW).
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Liz, I share your anger over the death of a bike rider at PCH. The fact that Rodrigo "Rod" Armas (it is important to keep his name alive) was killed while riding together with his son, barely 10 miles away from the end of an epic 200 miles ride, makes it especially upsetting.
I hope that his son is not so traumatized that he stops riding. If I were to get killed while riding with you I would wish for you to keep on riding.
Will the Ghost Bike set up a memorial for Rod? I am willing to help anyway I can. All of us who ride PCH owe it to Rod and his son.
BTW, I am sorry that your injuries are forcing you to take a short "vacation." But sometimes getting hurt is your body's way of saying: "WTF are you doing to me?"
On the subject of getting injured while riding, I came across this little gem, I hope you enjoy it:
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body—but rather a skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, ‘Wow, what a ride!’ ” —anon.
Oh no, it's not my injuries keeping me off my bike...it's my constant lack of sleep and vice overindulgence that has earned me a minor cold on the horizon of a three day weekend.
Taking today off of work to sit in bed and nap, yup.
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